Has This Person Met Her Father

Just one glance, and she was instantly sucked in!

At the very last moment, something seemed to slip into her sanctum...

...

Blue, shimmering light flowed across the walls all around her.

In the dim glow, she could see it was a circular room.

The dome above was odd, curved, with a dark hole at its center—making her feel as if she were standing at the bottom of a Spirit Gourd.

"What is this place? Is anyone there?" Grace called out, looking up.

The blue light on the wall began to swirl, slowly forming the shape of a person.

He wore a blue robe—the very same outfit she'd just seen on "Minister Zhuo."

But his face had changed completely.

Small eyes, square face, and a glint of cruelty in his gaze.

"Who are you? How dare you cause trouble in the Celestial Hall!" Grace demanded, frowning.

The man chuckled, "I'm just curious—how did you spot the flaw? I thought my disguise was perfect!"

Grace's heart skipped a beat.

Had this person met her father?

He must have!

Otherwise, how could he mimic the details so perfectly?

If she hadn't noticed he wasn't wearing the Double Beast Ring her mother gave her father on their wedding day, she would have been fooled!

Grace steadied herself and smiled, "Why do you always walk with your left hand behind your back?"

"What's wrong with that?" the man replied, confused. "Isn't that just how Minister Zhuo walks?"

"You didn't know, did you? That's a secret signal between me and my dad—it means danger, keep away."

The man's eyes widened and he slapped his forehead. "That guy really is sly! If I'd known, I wouldn't have tried to provoke him—I would've just copied him secretly!"

Finally—a clue about Dad!

Grace fought to keep her excitement in check, then smiled coolly, "My dad says you're an idiot—and you really are!"

"Your dad told you that?" The man was stunned. "When did you see him?"

"Take a guess," Grace teased, raising an eyebrow.

Now the man was starting to doubt, "Then do you know who I am?"

"Of course!" Grace replied. "Dexter Sanders—the Centipede Sage! And this Demon Refining Gourd of yours is pretty impressive!"

Dexter's expression shifted. "How did you know?"

She'd guessed right...

She'd read about a tenth or two of the books in the Celestial Library.

All those books were from five hundred years ago.

For ordinary humans, five hundred years is enough for everything to change.

But for immortals, five hundred years is just a blink of an eye.

Everything recorded in those books is still true today.

Some even introduced the various immortals and their magical artifacts across the Ten Wilds Continent.

Dexter Sanders was one of them.

He was a centipede who cultivated into an immortal, an operative for the Phoenix Clan.

He wielded the Demon Refining Gourd.

For thousands of years, that gourd has refined countless spirit beasts—and even spirit masters.

The books say he's a master of disguise, famous alongside Terry the Tortoise—together called 'East Tortoise, West Centipede.'

Seeing this room shaped like a gourd, and knowing his talent for transformation, Grace immediately thought of Dexter.

So, she took a wild guess.

And she actually got it right...

Grace smiled, "Naturally, my dad told me!"

"He told you? How could you possibly have met him?" Dexter asked, baffled.

Grace laughed, "Want to know? Let me go, and I'll tell you."

Dexter wasn't stupid.

If he were, he never would have become immortal.

He thought it over, then grinned, "You really are a sly little girl! Trying to trick me into talking, huh? You want to know where your dad is?"