The carriage of the Demon Control Department slowly rolled out from the Big Front Gate.
Zhou Dao sat in the carriage, looking out of the window, a clay figure was in his hand.
The sculpture was peculiar. It was wearing a long robe, sitting on a lotus platform, and its figure and face were formless.
"Class Head, what is this?"
Luo QiQi noticed the clay figure in Zhou Dao's hand as soon as she returned to the Three Suns Hall.
Everyone was anxious to leave the palace, and finally, she couldn't help but ask.
"A strange uncle gave it to me." Zhou Dao fondling the formless clay figure in his hand, the image of the clothed gown uncle came into his mind.
"Strange?" Luo QiQi asked, surprised.
Zhou Dao nodded, "Indeed very strange."
Clop, clop, clop...
The sound of hooves echoed as An Liangchuan wielded the whip, leading the team towards the Demon Control Department.
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Inside the Imperial Palace, the Qin Yang Palace.