Li Xuanling had been doing hard labor in the fortress for over ten days, and while the slaves beside him were exhausted and lamenting nonstop, his Fetal Breathing second-layer Cultivation Level made the work a breeze for him. He just had to pretend to be both in suffering and fatigue.
These slaves ate and lived in an area enclosed by Shanyue, akin to a sheep pen, where feces and urine piled up like mountains, and the stench was unbearable. Around a dozen soldiers watched over them. On the very first night, Li Xuanling desperately wanted to kick off his shackles and sneak away, but he was still waiting for news from Li Jingtian and, as such, endured these many days.
