Nianshi tried to hold on tight but one hand fell on his side. He reached up again but the hole's edges were slippery like it had a substance that took away the surface's friction.
"What did that idiot spirit do to prevent me from coming out?" Nianshi stiffened his jaw as he tried to hold on firmly.
"Tut tut tut dear dragon I did nothing. If I wanted to I would have already killed you in your dream," Nianshi heard the spirit spoke in his mind. The spirit laughed at the thought the dragon had a hard time. "I don't know why it's slippery. All I know is, it's an entrance... for a reason, not an exit." He sarcastically remarked.
"So, where's the exit then?" Nianshi's shoulders trembled from exhaustion. He was getting tired as his hand continued slipping.
