SPLASH!
A bucket of ice-cold well water hit Duke Tieba and Daoist Hei-Gu right in their faces.
“Brrr—cough! Where am I?! Guards! Chop off their heads!”
Duke Tieba woke up sputtering and tried to swing his battle axe—only to hear a loud CLINK-CLANK of heavy black-iron chains.
He blinked the muddy water out of his eyes and looked down.
His treasured blood-red spirit-iron plate armor was gone. In its place, he was wearing coarse gray hemp trousers and a bright, blindingly neon-yellow sleeveless vest with big black characters printed across his chest and back:
[ MUNICIPAL DEBTOR #88,001 — MANURE BRIGADE ]
Right around his neck was a heavy Rank 4 Spirit-Lock Collar fused by Iron-Hammer Huo that pressed his Qi Gathering Stage 7 dantian down into a quiet, harmless puddle, leaving him with only his rough physical muscle.
