It rained.
Li Youqian looked up at the pitch-black sky. The Six Stars candidates in the adjacent cells also became restless due to the sudden downpour; they had nowhere to hide and cursed, wanting to switch to a cell with a roof overhead, but their requests went unanswered.
Like prisoners in other jails, they seemed to have no human rights.
In fact, he did not even know where he was.
Li Youqian only knew they had been taken to a place resembling a holy temple, where all the cells were located in an open area inside the temple. Aside from the iron cages, there were no other supporting facilities; it looked like they were hastily constructed.
The most noticeable landmark was the Old Tree stone sculpture in the center of the open space; he guessed the deity worshiped in the temple must be related to plants.
The prison guards responsible for watching over them were not humans but man-eating plants that he had never seen before.
