A man covered in fish scales, with bright red gills on his face that pulsed open and shut, was frantically shaking the bars of his cage, but the cage didn't budge an inch.
He grew more and more agitated until he retched, and a torrent of black, fish roe-like matter poured from his mouth.
"Oh, a new member has arrived. Go on, keep arresting us. Go right ahead. The Mutants will only grow faster and more numerous. You sane Cultivators are all doomed, sooner or later. One day, we'll trample you underfoot and watch as you turn into Mutants yourselves, hahahahaha!"
An eerie, androgynous voice echoed from the darkness, its laughter sharp and piercing.
But the Cultivators escorting Yang An inside were completely unmoved, as if they hadn't heard a thing.
"Take him to Ward A, Cell 7. Given his danger level, Cell 7 is a perfect fit."
