"Pleasure to meet you. Let me introduce myself—I'm Li Huowang."
"As for your earlier attempt to ambush me, honestly, I got over that a long time ago. After all, I'm Xinsu—like a ginseng fruit with legs. It's only natural you'd want to snatch me."
"The reason I asked you here this time is something else. To put it simply, I'm pretty much a stranger to this world, and I want to gain more knowledge from you."
"Of course, there's another reason; you know I'm Xinsu, so I'm also searching for a way to rid myself of it. If you know how, and you tell me, I'll be truly grateful."
Li Huowang sat in the chair, looking hard at Han Fu in front of him as he spoke.
The two bloody, mangled heads dangling there were not who Li Huowang was talking to; he was speaking to the fist-sized little head at Han Fu's neck.
Bai Sui's abilities hadn't let it go either. Its face was completely deformed—calling it a head would be generous; it was really a lump of flesh with twisted features.
