Li Zhouwei’s brows rose as he opened his golden eyes, staring at White Banyan and Dingjiao. Both demons appeared truly shocked; they were not faking it. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, then wave after wave of doubt surfaced, Is this the real Li Xunquan, or a fake… If Li Xunquan was killed in Dianyang City, why is he here… and who did this? What is the Dragon Clan’s intention?!2

Questions flashed through his mind like lightning. Dingjiao glanced at him and asked softly, "Li Xunquan? I am Dongfang Dingjiao. My grandfather is Dongfang You… who bound you here?"0

The voice below paused, trembling with barely contained pain, and rasped, "Uncle[1]...? The pain is unbearable... I beg you, Uncle, loosen the bindings!"2

Li Zhouwei listened in silence. Li Xunquan had clearly only caught half a sentence and had mistaken him for...0