Li Huowang scratched at his hair, a headache brewing as he looked at Xuanpin before him. He had talked for so long, yet every word had been wasted. If she had not been his daughter, the fire in his heart would have already flared up.
"Sui Sui, focus. This is not the time to let your mind wander. Po Da Er's head has already been pried open by the Fangxian Dao's sect master!" He walked over, grabbed his daughter by the shoulders, and shook her hard.
Had he not gone through all that hardship to reach the Tianchen Kingdom precisely for what was inside Po Da Er's head?
"Really? That's great. Then let's go." Xuanpin's tone was utterly flat, as ordinary as if they were heading out for a meal.
Seeing that Xuanpin had finally come back to her senses, Li Huowang quickly grabbed her and hurried toward the Celestial Surveillance Division outside.
The Daliang Celestial Surveillance Division lay underground. Every time Li Huowang had come here in the past, his heart had pounded with fear, terrified that others would discover he was a Xin Su. But things were completely different now.
Li Huowang hurried along with Li Sui, and wherever they passed, everyone lowered their heads and made way.
The Celestial Surveillance Division's Heavenly Prison was on the lowest level. By the time Li Huowang arrived with Li Sui, everyone who needed to be there had already gathered, packing the place full.
Daliang's highest-ranking powers were all assembled within this dark, damp prison. Their target was the head planted in a vase on the table—Po Da Er's head.
This was Zhengde Temple's handiwork. Po Da Er no longer needed limbs now. A head alone was enough.
An Old Daoist with whitening hair and an unkempt beard stood before Po