Meanwhile, inside the Realm Patrol Bureau's Monitoring Realm Hall, golden light filled the room, flickering bright and dim.
At the center of the hall floated a Precious Jade Mirror roughly ten feet across. Its surface gleamed with the smooth luster of congealed cream, clearly reflecting the scene inside the Boundary Prison.
The Rotbone Nether Beast's shadow gradually vanished into nothingness. Qin He was wounded all over, yet his back remained straight as the Order Divine Chains bound him beside the dead tree. His eyes were as fathomless as deep pools, seemingly able to pierce the mirror and stare straight into this heavily guarded hall.
Beneath the mirror, several cultivators wearing the Divine Court's sacred robes stood solemnly on either side. The oppressive force of the laws surrounding them remained contained, yet it had already made the air feel stagnant.
Li Wuming stood off to the side, his expression cold and stern. The order law in his palm had yet to fully subside, and his eyes brimmed with resentment.
Beside him, a long-faced Saint with a pale, beardless face lightly stroked his sleeve and said with a hint of mockery, "Captain Li, the Rotbone Nether Beast has retreated."
Li Wuming turned his head, his tone certain. "That only makes me more certain he's an impostor. Lin Yan had mediocre aptitude back then. Even if he broke through while trapped somewhere dangerous, he could never have fought off a Rotbone Nether Beast under such restraints. Those high-grade talismans containing order law are worth a fortune, too."
"But you still have no solid evidence." The long-faced Saint raised an eyebrow. "The Boundary Prison's identity-verification runes haven't sounded. His aura may have changed, but 'attaining Dao comprehension in a perilous place' could explain that. You can't convict him on a guess."
"Test him again!"