Son, Call Me Dad

Wang Tie Zhu followed Qin He away cleanly and decisively. With no one left to watch the place, he simply took Corpse Burning Room No. 7 with him.

His departure was one thing, but it drove certain people—who wished they could inspect Corpse Burning Room No. 7 with a magnifying glass every day—completely frantic.

The first of them was naturally Wei Wu in the Imperial Palace.

Wei Wu had been in a good mood these past two months. Under the Heaven Punishing Strike, Great Immortal Green Ox had won a resounding victory, taking down the Divine Chariot Armor in a single move.

Great Immortal Green Ox's thick thigh was still a jade pillar holding up the sky.

Wei Wu's days had been going remarkably smoothly and comfortably as well.

With an entire dynasty's resources behind him, Wei Wu got whatever wind or rain he wanted. He had put the court in perfect order, and the Four Great Clans had been crushed until they did not dare utter a word.

His strength had soared even more dramatically. He had already reached the late Wheel Sea Realm, enough to contend with Little Sable.

Life was simply too wonderful for Wei Wu.

Early that morning, Wei Wu was eating hotpot and singing songs, casually teasing the Marquis of Purple Robes again while he was at it.

Then his personal eunuch suddenly rushed in, panic-stricken. "Your Highness the Crown Prince, bad news! Corpse Burning Room No. 7 is gone!"

"Huh?!" Wei Wu sprang to his feet. "Wh... what happened?"

"According to the cat belonging to the waiter at the coffin shop beside Corpse Burning Room No. 7, that Big Turtle—oh, no, Lord Steel Pillar—headed north. He even rolled up the whole building and took it with him," You Wenqu said. At that moment, he