"Bring the Taoist here to lock the soul and bind the spirit."
Chen Yi's gaze was heavy as he stared at the corpse on the ground.
"Yes."
The officer beside him rushed out of the cell in a panic. The prisoner about to be interrogated had committed suicide in custody—an incident that, if not handled promptly, could spell disaster for someone.
The corpse's head hung lifelessly, still in a meditation posture at the moment of death. Chen Yi glanced at the dossier in his hand, his expression growing more solemn.
It seemed that Elder Luo had disclosed certain forbidden information and was silenced through a sinister method of the magic cult.
The magic cult, the Sacred Body Elixir Soup, the Princess Consort of Xiang… These threads seemed connected by an invisible line, and caught in the midst of them was none other than Yin Tingxue, who was supposed to be the Demon Sect Saintess.
Chen Yi's gaze sharpened with a trace of ruthlessness.
