You, I Won't Trade You for Anything!

"My hometown? What's there to say about it? Don't you already know everything you need to know?"

Pointing at the books scattered all over the floor, Ximen Lang continued.

"Isn't all this enough to explain things? And there were those bits and pieces I unintentionally let slip while chatting with my wives. With schemers like you, I bet you've already deduced most of the details about my hometown."

Seeing Ximen Lang suddenly grow displeased, True King was likewise very unhappy—indeed, deeply displeased—about Ximen Lang's "wives."

But in the end, he and the Void Empress had been in the wrong first.

After all, everything they did, whether just or evil, or even part of their mundane daily lives, was constantly being watched. They had not a shred of privacy.

Whoever it was would become just as furious as Ximen Lang.

In fact, True King did not even need to guess. If Ximen Lang were not currently unable to defeat him and could only take a beating, those huge slaps would have landed on his face long ago!

If he had been careless, even his wife, Bel'Veth, would not have been spared!

Seeing that Ximen Lang was truly angry, True King said awkwardly,

"We had no choice. After all, someone like you suddenly appeared in our home—a 'foreigner' whose origins we knew nothing about, and whose allegiance we couldn't even determine..."

"Especially since you genuinely showed us the hope of transcending, and gave us a real glimpse of the outside world!"

"Most importantly, we were born with this ability. With barely a thought, we can use the Dark Dimension Space or the Illusory Dimension to observe your current situation directly."

"If you were in our place, could you really stop yourself from being wary? From being curious? From paying attention?"

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