Angered, Dong Qitian suddenly wound up his mystical Qi and exhaled it in a single breath, momentarily parting his beard and hair to reveal a face full of blurred splendor.
At that moment, his face became less obscured. One could at least tell where his set of facial features were located.
Yun Yang inspected him as he rambled on in amazement. "The person who imprisoned you was being painstakingly original. Still, how did you survive, being bound like this all this time? How did you eat? Or drink?"
"If a man possesses the will to live, he'll have a few tricks to keep him alive. He'll definitely find a way…" Dong Qitian sighed begrudgingly.
He wound up his Qi again and the air slowly condensed into water. Like it was being poured out of an invisible, formless teapot, the water trickled downwards and into his mouth.
In the next moment, Dong Qitian's lips emitted some sort of hiss, transmitting it towards afar…