Listening to Dugu Bo's reflections, Sunday suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, right. If you hadn't brought it up, I wouldn't have remembered. Where did Yu Xiaogang go today? He would never miss a competition like this."
Dugu Bo chuckled at that and shrugged.
"Who knows? It's not like I live with him. What, even an unparalleled expert like you doesn't know?"
"I'm not some voyeur. Why would I spy on him for no reason? If I don't know, I don't know."
Unlike Sunday and Dugu Bo's casual attitude, Yu Yuanzhen was burning with anxiety elsewhere.
In the blink of an eye, he had flown to Heaven Dou City, arrived at the Martial Soul Temple, and shoved the door open.
"Salas! Where is my son?"
Hearing that furious roar, Salas, who had been pacing back and forth, immediately broke into a smile.
"Hahaha! You certainly move fast, Sect Master Yu. Don't be so anxious!"
Yu Yuanzhen wanted nothing more than to smash Salas's head with a slap, but remembering his position-and that his son was still in his hands-he forcibly restrained himself.
He snorted and said coldly,
"Salas, don't play games with me. State your terms already, then release my son!"
Joy immediately surged through Salas when he heard that. Excellent. He could fleece him for another hefty sum.
With that thought, he rubbed his hands together and put on a sympathetic smile, looking as though he understood perfectly.
"Ah, how pitiful the hearts of parents everywhere are. I can certainly sympathize with your anxiety, Sect Master Yu.
"But this matter is far more complicated and serious than either of us imagined. My hands are tied."
As he spoke, Salas took out a written confession and handed it to Yu Yuanzhen.
"Here, take a look. These are your precious son's crimes."
Yu