7:30 PM.
Dusk falls, fog thickens, enveloping the lake.
Fan Wubing is at the Chaotic Burial Mound by Zhezhu Lake, burying eleven criminals. He then takes in five more criminals from a boat brought over by Qi Wu from the Fuxian Bureau. These five had their cultivation and Dao sealed, their senses locked tight, led around like lambs.
"Thanks for your hard work, Brother Wu."
Qi Wu's paper-like body shivers, shaking off the discomforting clean aura from outside. He then says, "Today it's your turn to unclog the air passage, right?"
"Yes, it's my turn."
Qi Wu asks suspiciously, "Are you sure you want to go alone?"
"I've troubled everyone for over half a month now, you all have your own jobs, I shouldn't trouble you further," Fan Wubing replies with a smile.
"Alright then."
The two enter the Abyssal Prison together, parting ways at the entrance of the second layer.
