Chen Ze smiled faintly. "Who I am isn't important. There was no enmity between us to begin with; today, we merely serve different masters. But is that Dagan Emperor truly worth such devotion from you?"
Chen Ze's words shook Lin Bingchun to the core, and the long spear in his hand unconsciously lowered a little.
All these years, though he had known full well that the Dagan Emperor had been using him, his loyalty to Dagan had never wavered.
But now, he realized that the Dagan Emperor had been concealing his cultivation all along.
And now that the Gate of the Spirit Realm was about to open, whether he could enter the Spirit Realm remained unknown.
That Dagan Emperor would certainly not let such an opportunity pass him by. Under such circumstances, would Lin Bingchun truly have a chance to enter the Spirit Realm?
At this moment, he could not help but wonder whether the conviction he had clung to all these years was truly right.
"I, Lin Bingchun, have known only how to serve Dagan all my life. A sovereign's command cannot be defied—how dare you sow discord here?" Lin Bingchun forced himself to remain calm, but the trace of hesitation in his eyes did not escape Chen Ze's notice.
"General Lin is loyal and righteous, worthy of admiration. But the Dagan Emperor has raised troops without cause this time, seeking to invade the weak. Is such conduct worthy of an enlightened ruler?"
Chen Ze pressed forward step by step, his words like blades stabbing straight into the depths of Lin Bingchun's heart.
"After all these years, has General Lin truly never harbored even the slightest doubt?"
Lin Bingchun frowned deeply as scenes from the past surfaced in his mind.
Those sacrifices amid the raging flames of war, those