The fiery fire beneath the oil cauldron burned fiercely, and steam was already rising from the oil. A circle of ghost soldiers surrounded the cauldron, all waiting for the moment when Jiang Xiaobai would struggle violently and scream in agony inside it.
Ten minutes passed, yet Jiang Xiaobai remained the same, sitting inside without moving. Half an hour passed, and the steam from the cauldron remained the same, never boiling.
Some people began to realize something was wrong. With such a strong fire below, the cauldron should have boiled by now.
"Boss, something's wrong. Why isn't the cauldron boiling?"
A ghost soldier whispered to the leading demon soldier.
The leading demon soldier frowned, looking at Jiang Xiaobai in the cauldron, who was lying there comfortably as if he were soaking in a hot spring.
"Go test the temperature."
One demon soldier went over, tested the temperature, and returned to the leading demon soldier, saying, "Big brother, it's just warm, not hot at all."
