In his thirty-ninth year in Myriad Spirits Garden, on Lunar New Year's Eve, Little Bad King's master, the Second Seat, was officially arrested by the Divine Court.
The Ministry of War Immortal Pavilion dispatched six Dao-Touching Realm experts leading dozens of Fifth-Grade Great Perfection cultivators. Carrying two supreme treasures of the Ministry of War and a sacred decree from the Lord of the Divine Court, they stormed Wanfu Palace without warning and searched the Second Seat's secret treasure chamber.
As a core member of the Second Seat's embezzlement ring and his diehard lackey, Little Bad King had served on Inner Peak for nearly twenty years, yet even he had no idea where his master's secret treasure chamber was. The Ministry of War's "special investigation team," however, knew exactly where to look. From barging into Wanfu Palace to finding the chamber as though they knew the way by heart, the entire process took less than half an incense stick's time. It was precision guidance and a precision strike.
Since the Ministry of War Immortal Pavilion's men deliberately avoided Myriad Spirits Dao Palace throughout, entering the mountain without announcing themselves and using only the sacred decree to clear their way during the search, the Second Seat was still pretending to be a sensitive literary soul when trouble struck Wanfu Palace. While admiring the New Year fireworks with his two disciples, he lamented that the five sworn siblings who had once eaten grass together on Outer Peak now feasted on every delicacy under heaven, yet nothing tasted the way it had in their memories. Everything seemed to have lost its flavor.
With drink loosening his tongue, he reminisced about the past and seemed genuinely moved. A glimmer of wealthy tears even shone in his reddened eyes.
Chief bootlicker Lin Ye and second bootlicker