In a cold stone palace surrounded by a dead forest obstructed by a sinister fog, a cloaked man kowtowed on the floor saluting his master seated on the throne. This man was none other than Qie Anzhie, a man ridden with delirious thoughts enabled by his master.
"Master, I took care of it as you asked me to. The lord of the seas, rivers and lakes will soon fall," he explained with an eerie smirk that could send chills down one's spine. It seemed everything was going as planned all except attaining Zhao Zhi. His master had compensated him with a yao to increase his cultivation but it wasn't enough.
He still lusted over that merman prince's body and the power he would gain after ruining such a beauty. But since Zhao Zhi couldn't remember anything, his true power wasn't awakened which would be pointless to use him as a human cauldron under the current circumstance.
