The plane he was on kept on swaying, like the water under it kept on rocking. Even if he opened his eyes, all he saw was black. It was a void without any light. He moved his fingers, closing and opening his fists just to make sure they weren't phantom limbs. However, without anything to see, it was too hard for him to ascertain it.
"Xu Rouguang..." A voice drifted in the wind. The man turned his head, but there was nothing to be seen. He wasn't even sure if he was floating in the water or was submerged in it. The voice came again. "Do you want to break out? This prison is too boring for you, isn't it?"
"Who are you?" Xu Rouguang flickered his eyes, but it made no difference. However, he could feel that the face he was making was not one of confusion and cluelessness—but of indifference.
"It doesn't matter. Would you like to do me a favor? I do you a favor, too."
