Prague left.
At the same time, Lin Xin's orders were conveyed.
Lin Xin sat on the throne, gazing at the silent and empty great hall, recalling that strange dream from the past.
"Indeed.... Lingling and An Ying disappeared long ago, this is a flaw in my heart, yet Xia took advantage of it."
He understood what the true dark gate was.
Lin Yaoyang, having stayed in the Qiushi Region for so long, under Xia's watchful eyes, was the easiest to manipulate.
Moreover, back when I was still weak, it was incredibly easy for Xia to plant a dark gate on me.
"Do you understand now?"
In the great hall, a semi-transparent, illusory figure slowly appeared.
It was a black bronze-colored infant corpse, stitched all over with threads.
The infant looked at Lin Xin with a bizarre, inexplicably proud gaze.
"I never thought my casual investment back then would yield such good returns, truly impressive...."
Xia spoke in a voice full of intoxication.
