Burial Soil, Gen Mountain

Flower Young Master died as naturally as could be, without a trace of human interference.

He had been captured and brought into the Dao Court Office, tortured, interrogated, and then thrown into the Dao Prison.

After that, it was as though he had never existed.

Bound in chains, given neither food nor water, his injuries worsening by the day—no one spared him another glance, no one spoke another word to him. He was simply left to "fend for himself."

Even after he died, it seemed no one knew.

No one had even collected the body.

But that clearly did not accord with the Dao Court Office's rules.

That was why Mo Hua suspected there might be a mole within the Dao Court Office. Only then could someone have silenced Flower Young Master without anyone noticing, inside the heavily guarded, sealed, sunless Dao Prison.

And Flower Young Master clearly held clues regarding Fire Buddha.

Gu Changhuai's expression darkened.

"Was it an illusion...?"

In this world, apart from Martial Uncle, there were likely no others who cultivated ghost-path Divine Thought.

It seemed that before great cultivators above the Golden Core realm—especially Chief Inspectors of Dao Court Offices in major State Boundaries—he still had to be more cautious when using methods such as merging Heavenly Calculation to peer into Karma.

But on one point, Mo Hua might have been right.

It was merely "carelessness" under someone else's control.

Worthy of being a Chief Inspector of the Dao Court Office.

Gu Changhuai's heart churned with uncertainty.

Though they said, "Please forgive us," every word was an excuse.

Besides, these two Inspectors of the Dao Prison might truly not know any of the inside details.

"This subordinate was careless for a moment and failed to notice whether this Sinful Cultivator lived or died. I beg