Zhonghai, Origin Life Science Building, the meeting hall of Professor Chen, the Demon Emperor.
The Puppet King, small and stocky, knelt at the doorway, his face the picture of defeat.
In his hands, he held a porcelain-white urn, his eyes brimming with tears.
Upon seeing the urn, Professor Cheng understood everything.
His head spun slightly, and he instinctively touched his forehead, nearly unable to stand.
Although he had anticipated the outcome, he still asked in disbelief,
"Asheng, you mean Ajun..."
The Puppet King's lips trembled, and with both hands, he slowly passed the Sorcerer Demon King's urn to Professor Chen.
Professor Chen received the urn, his body trembling, tears flickering in his eyes.
The Puppet King suddenly started kowtowing to Professor Chen.
"I'm sorry, Imperial Father, I failed to protect Ajun. I have let him down and let you down too."
Professor Chen, holding the urn of the Sorcerer Demon King, felt as though he was holding a massive boulder.
