A cry of "Your Majesty" sounded outside the hall. At the sound of that voice, Brown let out a long sigh.
"Come in."
The hall was desolate and empty. Everything was exactly as it had been when Chen Cheng departed; only Brown sat cross-legged within, continuing to refine the power Chen Cheng had passed on to him.
When Wisdom Shield drew back the curtain and saw Brown behind it, he recognized at first glance that the person sitting cross-legged in the hall was not Chen Cheng, but that "impostor."
Feeling the overwhelming aura Brown could no longer conceal, Wisdom Shield's body trembled. His voice shook as he asked, one word at a time:
"Where is His Majesty?"
Hearing Wisdom Shield's question, Brown gave a bitter laugh.
"From beginning to end, there was only me. As for him, with the commotion outside... he is probably already upon the sun."
"What do you mean? No matter what you mean, since His Majesty is not here, I shall take my leave."
Wisdom Shield did not continue questioning why Chen Cheng's power was on Brown. He only knew that Chen Cheng was now on the sun, and there was only one possible reason for doing this.
He was going to find the God of Light.
Wisdom Shield did not know. He did not understand why, after the Empire had been unified and entered a new age of prosperity, Chen Cheng still carried such an inexplicable sense of urgency.
Until today.
Until he heard Brown's words just now, he finally understood.
Chen Cheng's enemy had never been the so-called aristocratic class, nor had it been any Church. From beginning to end, he had only one enemy: the God of Light in the heavens.
Just as Jamir had muttered like a madman, Chen Cheng was the