Weight and gravity combined, Mu Jincheng struggled in the net, his buttocks pinched by the mesh, causing such pain that he jolted.
From the outside looking in, Mu Jincheng resembled a fish on the verge of death, thrashing in the net.
"Teacher Mu, you might as well stop struggling," Shen Yan said as she looked around leisurely, "the more you struggle, the tighter the knots at the top become. This net seems to be a fishing tool used by local fishermen."
Overwhelmed by the fishy smell from the net, Mu Jincheng felt nauseous, and rage kept surging into his chest. Hearing Shen Yan explaining calmly from below was like listening to someone taking pleasure from his misfortune.
Mu Jincheng was so angered his face turned the color of pig liver.
"Find some rope and untie it."
Mu Jincheng, grinding his teeth, reminded Shen Yan, who was still below him, watching his disgraced state.
Shen Yan looked around. "I'll see if I can find anything—Teacher Mu, please bear with it."