Chapter 65
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 as a result, it was even more difficult to kill time.
I used to think solitary confinement was a good opportunity to practice, since no one would disturb me and I wouldn’t get distracted. Now I know how naïve I was.
I finally understand why the word seclusion can’t be used in just any occasion.
Only the powerful were qualified for seclusion. They had rare will and wisdom to bear the solitude and loneliness.
That day, Jiang Chen thought he couldn’t go on the same way, otherwise he would definitely break down within a month.
He looked up to the opening again. He somehow sensed something before looking up there.
The wind sounded loudly due to the terrain. The backflow of the wind made it sound like an evil dragon was flying around madly.
Jiang Chen thought he could merge it into his knife method.
Precisely speaking, into that Slashing at the Mountain!
So he started to think about it. Without a long knife, he could make do with his hand.
Maybe it was because he had rested for too long. Now that he had a goal, he dedicated himself to it completely.
One day later, Jiang Chen slashed forward with his right hand.
There was no wind, but the unique sound appeared at the Lost Soul again. This time it had come from Jiang Chen’s right hand.
The long knife transformed by genuine yuan slashed onto the stone wall and left a knife mark as deep as a foot.
It would be much more powerful if I had a real knife.
I’ll rename it the Lost Soul!
Suddenly he heard footsteps again. This time they sounded very rapid, as if the newcomer had an emergency, but there at the Lost Soul, there was no living creature except Jiang Chen.
What was weird was the person didn’t even look at Jiang Chen when he came in. Instead, he walked straight inside and brushed by Jiang Chen.