[You are detained in a cold, cramped interrogation room. No one acknowledges you, nor lets you out, so you empty your mind and enter a state of cultivation where things and self are forgotten.]
[You begin cultivating the third layer of the Blood and Flesh Initial Solution True Skill.]
[In the first year, you sit cross-legged on the cold iron chair, and your skin exudes a honey-like amber viscous fluid.]
[When the first drop of fluid hits the ground, a peculiar fragrance of flesh spreads, and numerous transparent mycelium suddenly emerges from the cracks in the bricks of the interrogation room, eerily crawling up your ankles along the iron chair legs.]
[You are too absorbed in cultivation to notice the anomalies within the interrogation room.]
