"Master?"
At the inn's entrance, the attendant saw Sima Hengdao emerge without his coat, his face deathly pale. He hurried forward and reached out to support him.
Instead, Sima Hengdao tossed him the coat in his hand. The attendant had barely caught it when Sima Hengdao said, "Change of plans. Go to the Demon Suppression Division."
The attendant suddenly noticed the bloodstains on the coat. His eyes widened, and he snapped his head up to look at Sima Hengdao.
Before he could speak, Sima Hengdao pulled aside the carriage curtain with his back to him and warned coldly, "Don't shout. Drive."
The attendant swallowed and hurried after him.
Sima Hengdao rubbed his brow.
He still had no idea who Lin Shuguang was, but the other man clearly knew a great deal about him and was extremely proficient in using the [Nine Demon Scroll].
Who exactly are you?
Whenever he thought of how the [Nine Demon Scroll], the Ninth Prince's most important trump card, had ended up in a stranger's hands, he could not help wondering what had happened to the Ninth Prince.
What horrified Sima Hengdao even more, however, was that Lin Shuguang could actually control him through the [Nine Demon Scroll].
The one capable of controlling him should have been the Ninth Prince.
Even if... even if something had happened to the Ninth Prince, as long as the Evil God remained undying, the Ninth Prince's mental imprint could not possibly be erased. He could not understand what method Lin Shuguang had used.
The less he knew about Lin Shuguang, the more afraid he became.
After a long silence, he still felt he needed to find an opportunity to investigate what had happened to the Ninth Prince in the Demon Cave.
I hope it isn't what I'm thinking...
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