Yanjing, Old Mr. Tao's reception room.
Lin Hai crossed his legs, sipped a bit of tea, and even though the outside air smelled of car oil, it still gave off an incredibly free feeling.
"Refreshing!"
"Kid, have you taken care of everything?" Old Mr. Tao asked.
Lin Hai nodded: "I seized the Death Pass, then had a chat with the mysterious Chief Lord of the Heavenly Prison. Upon returning, I discovered that Taotie was no longer in the cell."
"By the way, Old Mr. Tao, isn't Taotie one of your people?" Lin Hai asked again.
Old Mr. Tao nodded: "He's so formidable, how could he be someone I cultivated? I wanted him out mainly to suppress the Netherworld Guest."
After speaking, as if noticing Lin Hai still had doubts, Old Mr. Tao took out his phone.
"Come, look at this video."
"Holy... Old Mr. Tao, you're into WeChat too? Isn't this the legendary WeChat mini-video?"
Lin Hai widened his eyes.
