Just like that, he let her leave, even though there were still so many things he hadn't gotten clear answers about.
But.
Lu Cang had no way to keep her there.
What good would it do to hold Kumiloni back like this?
Was he supposed to interrogate her like a criminal? Was he supposed to turn against her, fight her, kill her?
Or keep her imprisoned forever?
Lu Cang couldn't do any of those things.
Until he could be sure Kumiloni was beyond redemption, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
And even if he took it a step further and confirmed that Kumiloni was evil—
Lu Cang still didn't want to turn against her.
It was rare for him to feel so lost and dazed. It took him a long time to come back to himself. He looked behind him. Sheng Yi and the others were still on the other side, watching him with grave expressions.
They hadn't said a word.
But the discussion in their minds had probably already been tumultuous.
Lu Cang hadn't forgotten Huang Minzhi...
Nor had he forgotten that the answer he was seeking was, in fact, about his own origins.
He'd told Kumiloni he was there to rescue someone.
But in truth, he also cared deeply about the answer concerning his origins.
Time to go back...
Carrying the lantern, he wandered through the tangled space.
Starry glimmers filled the ground and the air around him, but these points of light had no form or substance. He couldn't touch them; they seemed like nothing more than projections of light.
Every now and then, he saw strange objects whose meanings he couldn't discern, floating quietly in the air.
Perhaps they were someone else's answers.
Lu Cang extended his senses toward them and made contact with those