Xu Qing didn’t like being interrupted in the middle of cultivation or research. But when he looked down at the violet pearl the Violent Crimes Division constable had delivered to him, a serious look filled his eyes. Though he wasn’t familiar with the aura the pearl emitted, it caused the golden crow on his back to stir abnormally. In fact, it soon manifested behind him, then gazed at the pearl with deep longing.

Looking thoughtful, Xu Qing left the cell block and went to the reception hall, where he saw the young man in the violet robe.

He stood with his back to Xu Qing, looking at a painting on the wall that depicted evil ghosts fighting over food. Though the young man wasn’t in the profound radiance state, his 120 dharma apertures burned with intense heat.

To the Qi Condensation disciples present, it looked like the surrounding air was rippling, as if this place was the young man’s home turf. Xu Qing, meanwhile, was unaffected. In fact, as he stepped into the reception hall, the ripples vanished.

“Xu Qing?” the young man said, turning and looking closely at him.

Xu Qing didn’t like it when people looked at him this way, but he forced such feelings away and looked calmly at the visitor.

“The power of two flames combined with Golden Crow Assimilates Myriad Spirits, plus your deadly poison and that body of yours. Xu Qing... you’re a big fish in a little pond here in Seven Blood Eyes. This place doesn’t suit you.” With that, the young man sat down in the seat of honor. His...