Fifth floor of the Black Tower.
After Qian Mian shouted those words at the top of his lungs, the entire Shadow Space fell silent for several seconds.
He stared at Qin Chuan, gasping for breath, terrified that Qin Chuan might casually dispose of him if displeased.
"Backlash." Qin Chuan repeated the two words, looking up at Qian Mian hanging in midair. "So? What kind of secret is that?"
Qian Mian froze.
"That's not a secret?" Qian Mian grew frantic. "To suppress the backlash, the Lord of the Altar has used most of his power to maintain the stability of the Altar of Origin! His true body cannot leave the center of the Sea of Chaos at all right now! If you go kill him now, he definitely won't be able to stop you!"
The three remaining Arbiter Envoys beside him all widened their eyes and looked at Qian Mian in horror.
This bastard had actually sold out their master's greatest trump card!
"Traitor! The master will pull out your soul and use it to fuel a lantern!" The Red-Robed Arbiter Envoy's fragments had already been erased, so Black Robe took the lead in cursing him now.
Qian Mian spat.
"That depends on whether he can even leave the Sea of Chaos alive!" Qian Mian turned to Qin Chuan, putting on an exceedingly flattering smile. "Tower Master, is this information enough to buy my life? I can lead the way. I know all the defensive arrays around the Altar of Origin!"
Qin Chuan nodded.
"The information is good."
Qian Mian let out a long breath. The heart lodged in his throat finally sank back into his stomach.
"Then, Tower Master, could you let me down first? These conduits are draining me so badly I can't take it anymore."
Qin Chuan kept