When Feng Zilong finally regained his senses to the outside world, it was already midnight.
He found himself sitting in a chair, hands and feet bound, and the person tying him up was very skilled, using sturdy silk ropes tied in self-tightening sailor knots.
Handcuffs and similar items can't restrain a Tier Three Cultivator, nor can buckle-structured straps bind them... as long as the bound person can still use Divine Sense.
But the power of the Divine Sense of a Tier Three Sorcerer is difficult to escape from these ropes and knots, especially when his Divine Sense is impaired, his body is weak and powerless, and there's someone watching from across.
One person, wearing a blindfold-like face scarf, sat across from him—his face was unclear, and even his physique was somewhat blurred.
Before Feng Zilong opened his eyes, he heard that person say, "He's awake. A guest from afar, how can we not offer a drink to welcome them!"
