"Let's go."
"Yes."
A group of six Rakshasas finally walked toward the depths of the city gate.
When their figures disappeared into the tunnel within the city gate, nine sacred paths suddenly retracted, swirling and merging, about to disperse, transforming into two curved blades.
Unfortunately, Xie Tian did not see them.
But even if he did see them...
"Why are there some things that I, the Emperor, cannot remember..."
"Why do I, the Emperor, subconsciously care about him..."
"Damn Luo Zhou."
"When I, the Emperor, return to my former self, I'll make sure to stab you twice in the back!"
...
The cold words trembling before the curved blades' phantom dissipated seemed to reveal the reason the black-robed beauty gloated when Xie Tian first entered the Abandoned Land.
"Why does the Emperor remember nothing, yet instinctively sets up this move, for what purpose, for whom..."
As the golden curved blades' phantom sighed and disappeared, a faint black light flickered.
