This world was not really created by him.

'Master, wake up,' HuiXieye called out to him but Fu Jie was still too tired and although he could hear the faint voice of the sword, he still refused to open his eyes. 

'Master, wake up,' HuiXieye called out to him again, 'Master, you need to wake up. You're not really in a situation where you should be peacefully sleeping.' 

Fu Jie frowned as he heard this and slowly started to open his eyes. 

His surroundings were a bit dark and since he was still feeling a little drowsy, the man didn't notice the situation immediately. 

He closed his eyes again and yawned as he started trying to move his hands in order to stretch his sour muscles, but to his surprise, he couldn't move his arm more than an inch. 

Fu Jie gulped as his brain slowly started processing things. 

'HuiXieye... Please don't tell me that I'm in jail again,' Fu Jie spoke in disbelief. 

'Master, don't worry. You are not in jail this time.'