THUD! THUD! THUD!
Wisps of black mist seeped from the severed end of the sinister, pale-skinned, and thoroughly horrifying Broken Foot. After being ensnared by the Prisoner's Chains, it began to "desperately" slam its sole against the wall. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, to know it could not escape, as it repeatedly smashed itself against a pillar of the ruined temple.
First it was the Painter, then the Orchid, and now this "foot" before him. At this moment, Zheng Xiu had no doubt about the Prisoner Path's dominance over the others. Temporarily ignoring the Deceitful Object that had appeared out of thin air, Zheng Xiu asked the Monk in puzzlement:
"This thing... how did you acquire it?"
He used the word "acquire."
The Monk gave a simple, honest smile, rubbed his bald head, and told a sad story.
