"The power of the Gate of Truth is not something you can withstand." Queen Mother of the West immediately shook her head. "Lin Qiye, you cannot vouch for him."
"Then add me."
A voice came from behind the crowd. Zhou Ping, carrying the Black Box on his back, slowly walked to Lin Qiye and An Qingyu's side.
"They are my students. I will take responsibility for them," Zhou Ping said seriously.
"And me." A figure leaped down from the roof of a nearby palace, carrying a gilded red staff, and landed steadily beside Lin Qiye. "You old Jade Emperor, others may fear you, but I do not... I am protecting Lin Qiye, no matter what!"
Monkey King looked up at the Jade Emperor in the sky, a smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"Do not forget about this king." Gilgamesh's voice drifted lazily from behind Lin Qiye.
At the same time, a wisp of haze rose from Lin Qiye's shadow, and a black figure wearing a broad hood silently appeared at his side...
After a brief silence, the elderly figure in a gray cloak slowly walked over to Lin Qiye's side as well.
"If anything goes wrong, I can undo it." King Mask met Lin Qiye's gaze. "I understand how you feel... If I were in your position, I would make the same choice."
A streak of lightning flashed past, and in an instant, several lifeless figures in black cloaks arrived beside Lin Qiye as well.
King Mask, Old Dog Wu, and Lin Qiye were all captains of Special Squads. They were also the only ones present who could truly understand Lin Qiye's feelings.
Zhou Ping, Monkey King, Gilgamesh, Number 27, King Mask, Spirit Medium... At this moment, the three figures in Crimson Cloaks no longer stood with