There was no cold wind, yet Si Gui shuddered. That terrifying maid had actually been gone for quite some time.
He shuddered again. For more than ten minutes, he couldn't form a coherent thought. As for the spatial rift torn open by the Department Chief of the Department of the Bizarre, it had long since healed.
The space in this world was incredibly sturdy. Even powerful beings who could tear space apart could only keep it open for an instant... Si Gui?
He didn't even know which direction to tear.
Sigh.
Si Gui slowly exhaled and slowly scooped up some dirt and dust from the ground... The Department Chief was dead, in an absurd, outrageous, practically free, and incredibly hasty manner. All Si Gui could do was take back a little of his ashes.
As for how he should explain things after returning to the Ninth Prison... he didn't even want to go back and explain.
How could he explain it?
That his stupid private cultivation of the bizarre had led to the Department Chief's death, leaving not even scraps behind?
He probably wouldn't have any scraps left either. At that moment, Si Gui wanted nothing more than to make a run for it.
There was no way to hide it. The Ninth Prison had ancestral-level skill in extracting memories from souls... One of the Ten Great Judges, an Emperor Path Peak expert, had died. The Ninth Prison certainly wouldn't let that go...
Run!
Before the matter had fully blown up, he had to take advantage of the time gap!
Hesitating even for a moment would be disrespectful to his own life!
"I'm going to the Sea of Heaven now. There should still be a smuggling boat leaving the country tonight!"
A look of resolve flashed through Si Gui's eyes.