"Mm," Qing Chen became serious: "I have a very important matter I plan to discuss with you."
"What important matter could you possibly have?" Li Shentan's tone was ambiguously amused.
"Do you know someone named Zong Cheng?" Qing Chen asked.
"It's an old name, I have an impression," Li Shentan said, "I personally killed him. He had a great enmity with Ren Xiaosu. Back then, I waited at the junction of the Northwest and Central Plains specifically to rob gold and kill him. His ability was very disgusting; the sooner it was dealt with, the better, or it would lead to endless trouble."
"He's still alive," Qing Chen said, "alive until now."
The next moment, the Mechanical Prison Guards fell silent.
Soon, the Magician in a tuxedo walked out from the prison, his head of silver hair so vivid that it was impossible to tell it was made of nanorobots.
