"Uh?"
The Master turned his head, coming face to face with the upside-down Fushimi Roku.
"I heard you were looking for me?" Fushimi Roku gripped the stick with a reverse hand, one hand clamping onto the Master's shoulder.
"Someone, quickly—"
The Master's words were abruptly cut off, staff standing behind him could see a chair leg piercing through his neck, blood spraying and drenching everyone around.
Fushimi Roku loosened his legs, flipping half a circle in the air, landing steadily on the ground.
He casually pulled out the chair leg and asked the staff where the exit was. They shook their heads repeatedly; they, too, were brought here forcibly, trained to become low-level labor, also clueless about how to leave this damned place.
Fushimi Roku simply switched to another approach, asking where the Sect Hierarch and Masters lived.
"On the top floor, near the core area to the right of the Divine Tree, there's a sign, called 'World's Navel'..."
