"Energy?" Fang Mo stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the ink-black vault of the Heavenly Prison. "That's the one thing this Block C, Room Shen prison never lacks."
He turned to Old Yan.
"Old Yan, bring me the roster for Block C, Room Shen prison." Fang Mo spoke casually, yet his voice carried an undeniable will.
"If I'm opening meridians, I'll go as big as possible. Three hundred and sixty-five? A little too few. I'm going to plow through every last neglected corner of this body."
Old Yan moved briskly, retrieving a thick, dust-covered register from the bottom shelf.
Fang Mo took the roster and casually opened it.
On the yellowed pages, cinnabar recorded names that made people quake at their mere mention, along with the towering crimes they had committed. Behind every name lay a weighty burden of sins-the very "food" Prison Suppressor craved most.
"This meal should fill me up."
Fang Mo closed the roster, a dim light flickering in his eyes.
"Qian Dagui, stand guard outside. Without my orders, no one comes half a step near the Duty Room. Even if that Prison Overseer Li Yan or whatever comes, keep him outside. If he forces his way in, have Iron Bull break his legs."
Qian Dagui shrank his neck, but still steeled himself and answered before scurrying out with the Golden Abacus in his arms.
As Li Mingyue watched Fang Mo's unhurried composure, the unease in her heart only grew stronger.
"What are you planning to do?" she asked.
Fang Mo unfastened the Blood Soul Long Saber at his waist and laid it across his knees.
"In the Western Desert, I only collected a little interest." His fingers slid across the cold blade. "Now that I'm home, naturally, I'll withdraw the principal too."