Perhaps the masked man simply hadn't been very strong. After absorbing him, the Dead Man's Head showed no major changes. Seeing this, Cheng Yu hurriedly drew Mad Song and held it in front of the Dead Man's Head.
The Dead Man's Head wouldn't obey his commands, and it only refrained from attacking him while he was smiling. Perhaps the only thing that could restrain it was Mad Song in his hand.
Sure enough, once Mad Song blocked its path, the Dead Man's Head made no further move. It merely turned to look at him. At the sight, Cheng Yu couldn't help broadening his smile.
He looked at Fake Ji Han and asked,
"You have only one way out alive. I ask, you answer. If you try even the slightest trick on this humble Daoist..."
At that, Cheng Yu tipped his chin toward the masked man's clothes left on the ground.
"You know exactly how you'll end up."
Seeing the floating Dead Man's Head look at Cheng Yu as though seeking permission, then seeing Cheng Yu's confident smile, Fake Ji Han gave a fawning, seductive smile and said,
"I made my choice the moment you appeared, my lord. Whatever you wish to know, I'll tell you everything."
Cheng Yu couldn't be bothered with that coquettish act. His smile unchanged, he asked,
"Where is Stillwater?"
Just as Fake Ji Han was about to answer, a chill crept into Cheng Yu's smile.
"This humble Daoist advises you to think carefully. You have only one chance. Give the wrong answer, and don't blame me for denying you a chance to explain."
Fake Ji Han's expression shifted through several rounds of inner struggle before finally letting out a wistful sigh.
"That old Daoist wasn't very strong. To verify the authenticity of the Heaven-Disliked Body, headquarters