"What the hell... was he thinking?"
Lin Qiye looked at the familiar courtyard before him. Only after a long while did he come back to his senses, frowning as he muttered to himself.
He found himself growing more and more unable to understand An Qingyu.
When An Qingyu had first betrayed Great Xia, Lin Qiye had always thought he had some unspeakable reason and that his heart still belonged to Great Xia. But later, he had killed Cao Yuan... Lin Qiye's trust in An Qingyu had constantly hovered at the brink, rising and falling. For a time, he had even believed that An Qingyu had truly betrayed them.
But upon closer thought, Cao Yuan's death had also been full of oddities. Setting aside everything else, since Cao Yuan's "prison" had been broken, what about the Black King imprisoned within? The Black King, who should have regained his freedom, had never appeared. Even Cao Yuan's corpse could not be found... What had happened back then?
At the sight of the Capital City Courtyard before him, the doubts in Lin Qiye's heart erupted once more. How could someone determined to betray Great Xia secretly recreate a building like this in the Lovecraftian Gods' stronghold within the mist?
What was his purpose in recreating the Capital City Courtyard? Nostalgia? Was it Jiang Er he missed, or... Nightfall?
After pondering for a long time, Lin Qiye could only set his doubts aside for now. He crossed the courtyard strewn with maple leaves and headed toward the Misty Wall.
But before he could touch the Misty Wall, an invisible barrier stopped him. Dense, mysterious patterns emerged from the void, as if some kind of force field had sealed him within.
Lin Qiye frowned slightly. Just as he was about to try forcing his way through