"The people getting close to the wall have increased lately!"
Hearing the disguised cries of distress near him, Feng Xue continued flipping through the dictionary as if he heard nothing, and murmured in the same language,
"How are the prison guards behaving?"
His speech was very slow, and he repeated the same sentence several times until a similar howl emitted from the cell next to his. Only then did he stop.
"The guards are just herding people, but it's useless!"
Another pained cry rang out, and Feng Xue immediately understood the situation. Pretending to read his book, he spoke in a different language,
"The opportunity is almost here, everyone get ready. Tonight at the earliest, the day after tomorrow at the latest."
Expressing the same idea, Feng Xue switched through more than twenty languages, each time speaking very slowly. It took a full hour before the repeater in the next cell accurately relayed every sentence.