Even Jian Wushuang could feel the layers of shackles on his body, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The short, chubby old man seemed accustomed to this sensation and explained, "The heavy pressure here is intentional on my part, meant to refine the impurities within every raw material."
Upon hearing this, Nan Xuan muttered under his breath, "No wonder he's so short, he hasn't even spared himself."
"..." The short, chubby old man paid no attention to Nan Xuan's comment and turned to Jian Wushuang. "Junior, how do you feel?"
"I'm fine, no major issues," he quickly adjusted his state and nodded.
The old man then looked at him with interest and said, "You don't seem as simple as just a Yan Immortal, both in your performance and your level of careful thinking."
Jian Wushuang smiled and asked, "What do you think I am, then?"