"Ling Xudu seems to have proven himself, already rising to the realm of Intercepting Dao," Chen Haichao fell silent for a moment and then sighed, "Forget it, you should go see for yourself. He's in the Hall of Rebirth."
"Ah? What is Ling Junior Brother doing in the Hall of Rebirth?" Xue Lingzi's face showed confusion, but Chen Haichao did not reply; instead, he waved his hand, signaling for Xue Lingzi to leave.
Pushing open the dust-covered doors, Xue Lingzi walked into the Hall of Rebirth with a puzzled look.
Inside the palace, in a fish tank-like transparent crystal vessel, a head with half of its scalp peeled away and its brain faintly visible bobbed in the fluid, occasionally emitting painful cries.
This head bore a vague resemblance to Ling Xudu.
