While Han Zheng and Su Wuming were hurrying to Qianjiang Prefecture to attend the Weapon Casting Conference,
A dark and hidden dungeon was filled with wet, sticky flesh and withered bones, with hair on the corpses even clumping together and mixing with the thick, black blood.
Within this purgatory-like cavern, there were more than a dozen giant white eggs standing in pools of blood.
The eggs were half the height of a person and were a pale color, much like the hue of bones.
Suddenly, one of the eggs trembled a couple of times, and its shell cracked open, revealing a hand.
The hand was exceptionally pale, covered with a slimy substance and some hair.
Then another hand reached out, struggling to squeeze half of a body out from the eggshell.
The person, though covered in slime, had a sharp chin and monkey-like cheeks. He could vaguely be recognized as the Daoist Luo, only much younger, resembling a child version of the Daoist.
"Han Zheng!"
