The Lost Soul was the best name for this place. The whole world would agree.
The edge of the cliff was no more than ten yards wide. Below was a bottomless abyss. Blocked by the mountain on the opposite side, there was only one thin strip where light could enter.
As a result, it was always gloomy at the Lost Soul.
The wind here sounded like the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves, a sound that could freeze one's blood.
Under solitary confinement at the Lost Soul, one day seemed like a year. This wasn't exaggerating at all.
Generally speaking, solitary confinement at the Lost Soul wouldn't last more than seven days. Jiang Chen's case was really rare. People would only get a month's punishment if they had made a severe blunder.
Jiang Chen had never had such a hard time before, neither in his previous life nor in this life.
But Jiang Chen didn't spend his time grumbling, he took the chance to practice.
