C152 Returning to Qianyuan City

Two days later, in Qianyuan City, at the Raging Flame Gang's headquarters, the King of Nanling was lounging on a rattan chair in the courtyard, basking in the sunlight. Beside him stood an old Daoist priest, his head oddly shaped into a perfect square, a bitter taste in his heart. For two full days, his head had remained stubbornly misshapen, a testament to the violent force of Jiang Dao's power