Emery returns to his domain and visits his VIP prisoner with a shift in approach. No longer focused on confrontation, he chose a different tactic. Within the spirit realm, he conjured a luxurious living space surrounded by a serene landscape, complete with ornate furnishings and a feast fit for a king. Though all merely illusions, they provided a semblance of comfort.
The prisoner, Mo Yan, who had endured days of torment, couldn't resist the allure of the feast. Despite his suspicions about Emery's intentions, he found himself indulging in the food, allowing himself a moment of relaxation.
"So... you understand now?" Mo Yan remarked, reclining in a comfortable position. "You will never enter my aperture... not without my permission..."
