A secret chamber: Jiang Liu and his disciples were all tied up with ropes, confined within this room. What seemed to be mere simple strands of rope rendered them unable to mobilize the strength within their bodies, almost like a perpetual silence skill had been cast upon them.
"What in the world are these ropes made of?"
Feeling that he couldn't mobilize his cultivation level at all, naturally, he couldn't practice the Heavenly Dragon Zen Sound either, which led to a silent feeling of helplessness in Jiang Liu's heart.
Since Master Zhenyuan had set his heart on taking action, it seemed this difficulty couldn't be avoided. If it couldn't be avoided, so be it. Hiding in the Wuzhuang Temple for a while and dragging out the time seemed like a good plan.
But if their cultivation was bound and they couldn't practice, wouldn't staying too long be useless?
"Wukong, why aren't you speaking?" Seeing that Wukong too was bound without uttering a single word, Jiang Liu asked, puzzled.
