The water in the water dungeon was as cold as ice, soaking my legs until they went numb. To make matters worse, there was the stench—rotting straw mixed with the excrement of some unknown creature, so foul it made my head ache.
"Huanxi, are you alright?" Kong Ci's voice came from across the way, sounding remarkably clear in the darkness.
"I'm just great," I forced an upbeat tone. "Just a bit nostalgic for modern flush toilets."
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