Before any information could be gathered, another extremely bizarre incident occurred in the Eastern Radiance Cult that very night. Fu Bowei, the Seventh Imperial Army's commander-in-chief, who had been held in Black Panther's mouth all along, was released by Chu Han. After being told to bathe and burn incense, he entered Chu Han's room—and never came back out.
The news could have been either major or minor, but it sent chills down the spines of every Eastern Radiance Cult disciple. Steward Fang and the others, in particular, felt as if they had been struck by lightning.
Fu Bowei had actually been summoned into Chu Han's room?
Judging by the fact that the room was still lit, could it be that the new Cult Leader had some unusual preference?
For example...
Eating people?
Raw?
Inside the room, Fu Bowei stood trembling in a corner. The wounds on his face and body had yet to heal, making him look utterly miserable.
Chu Han, on the other hand, sat leisurely in a chair drinking tea. A palm-sized white rabbit beside him gnawed on meat, while Black Panther across from it stared at the meat in Wang Cai's paws and drooled nonstop, nearly going mad with hunger.
The sight was bizarre no matter how one looked at it, making Fu Bowei want nothing more than to turn around and smash his head into the wall.
He was truly terrified of Chu Han. The majesty he had once possessed as commander of the Seventh Imperial Army had been utterly ground away in a single day. Fu Bowei knew very well that not only himself—even if the entire Seventh Imperial Army descended upon this young man, they would likely only meet with total annihilation.
Chu Han tapped the wooden table. "Come here. Play chess with me."