'We've been set up.'
The moment he understood this, Song Changsheng's blood ran cold.
He had first assumed it was the Purple Demon's handiwork, but seeing that the Purple Demon was also imprisoned, he dismissed that suspicion. The mystery, however, only deepened.
'If even the Purple Demon was just another pawn, then who is pulling the strings from the shadows?'
"You skulking rat! You only dare to strike from the shadows? Too scared to show your face?" Niu Dazhuang bellowed, his neck craned in defiance.
Though furious, he understood they were fish on a chopping block, so he managed to restrain himself from saying anything truly outrageous.
"Young man, don't be so aggressive. When I roamed the realms, your grandfather's grandfather hadn't even been born yet." A voice, melodic to the extreme, rang out in the hall, sounding both abrupt and bizarre.
