Master Zheng skillfully entered the Heart Prison.
Inside the Heart Prison, the scenery was as grimly pleasant as ever.
His physical body was imprisoned, and his consciousness was imprisoned too.
Master Zheng had eaten his fill of the ironclad prison meals.
Outside the mottled, rusty bars, the mist twisted in utter silence.
Seated on the Bone Chair, Zheng Xiu looked at the Game Table.
Compared to before, the once-empty table had become a little more lively.
[Evil Child] and [Zheng Shan] hovered in the center of the map with their eyes closed, like puppets.
Beneath the two Incarnations was, remarkably, the location of Zheng Xiu's Main Body.
But now, a small figure had appeared there.
The figure looked like a miniature version of Feng Bei, dressed in black with her hair tied up, her right eye covered, and about four heads tall in proportion.
'Kind of cute.'
A faint ring of black mist swirled around the [Feng Bei Post Station].
