The Netherworld, the Great Zheng Sacred Court, Chang Capital.
Outside a huge palace, countless experts stood guard at a great distance. This was a vital location of Great Zheng.
The palace doors were shut. Inside, a huge block of ice sat in the center of the hall. The ice was green, as if emitting a faint chill that shrouded it in an indistinct haze.
At that moment, a man sat cross-legged inside the ice.
The former Space-Time Master, Luo Xingchen.
Luo Xingchen's hair hung loose, his face revealing nothing but exhaustion. His entire body seemed to be enduring tremendous torment. Unable to escape, he could only silently bear the pain.
He sat cross-legged, ignoring the endless temptations of the people outside.
Besides this "block of ice," there was one other person in the hall: Great Zheng's Brocade-Clad Guard Chief Commander, Liu Wushuang.
Liu Wushuang sat in a chair, watching Luo Xingchen before him. He drank tea while frowning.
"It's already been a month. The Sacred King told me to persuade you to join Great Zheng. Can't you cooperate a little? You're like a block of wood—you haven't said a single word!" Liu Wushuang said helplessly.
A month ago, Zhong Shan had suddenly instructed Liu Wushuang to persuade Luo Xingchen to join Great Zheng. Upon receiving the task, Liu Wushuang had been excited for quite some time. Such an important mission had not been given to Yi Yan or Xiao Wang, but to me, Liu Wushuang?
Over the past month, Liu Wushuang had used every trick in the book, but Luo Xingchen was like a block of wood and had not said a single word. Liu Wushuang had praised him, cursed him, looked down on him, and complimented him, yet Luo Xingchen simply refused to open his mouth. He had not