In a desert more than a million li southwest of Cloud-Hidden City.
Spiritual energy was thin here, vegetation sparse, and wild beasts rare. Few people ever came, making it an ideal place to hide someone.
Carrying Hui Zhen, Song Wen walked into a cave.
He put away the Two-Faced Buddha and casually tossed Hui Zhen onto the ground.
All of Hui Zhen's spiritual power had been sealed, and a chain bound his limbs. He could only lie curled on the ground, unable to move.
Moreover, to prevent anyone from using Hui Zhen's Soul Lamp to track him down, Song Wen had placed the Hidden Soul Jade he had obtained in the lower realm on Hui Zhen.
"Mi Hai, you dare abduct me! Aren't you afraid of my father? Aren't you afraid of the Withered Zen Temple?" Hui Zhen demanded, his voice fierce and his expression severe.
"Of course I fear your father, and the Withered Zen Temple as well. But they won't find this place," Song Wen replied with a smile.
At the same time, with a thought, he made eight communication Jade Slips appear in midair.
"Which of these communication Jade Slips belongs to your father?"
"Hmph!" Hui Zhen snorted coldly. "How could a mere rogue cultivator like you fathom the methods of the Withered Zen Temple and my father? I advise you to release me right now. Otherwise, once they find you, you will surely die."
Song Wen waved his hand, sending a blast of force through the air.
Smack!
The blast struck Hui Zhen viciously across the face.
In an instant, his skin split open, sending blood and flesh flying.
"Which communication Jade Slip belongs to Du'e?" Song Wen asked again, his voice cold as frost.
The excruciating pain immediately made Hui Zhen much more compliant. He