In short, because of the very high interest, Yan Xiaobei must escape from the Final Prison as soon as possible. The longer he stays here, the higher the interest he pays.
So he asked the mysterious voice, "In your opinion, how long would it take for me to escape this prison on my own?"
The mysterious voice said, "It would take at least two weeks."
"Then I might as well directly spend one-ninth of my soul and have the Demon Maiden help me escape. On what basis did you make such a judgment?" Yan Xiaobei asked.
"Of course, it's intuition."
"Screw your intuition! Can't you be a bit more reliable?"
Yan Xiaobei looked down at the steel floor beneath his feet, the metal patterns seemed to mock his powerlessness. Being imprisoned here, slowly enjoying the solitude, watching his soul step by step slip from his hands into the hands of the Demon.
