As he spoke, the Golden Roc Demon King swept his hand, and a black bead the size of an egg appeared in his palm. Light shimmered across it, and an image immediately emerged.
The image showed a great hall. The Golden Roc Demon King sat at ease on the throne, while someone in the hall bowed to pay his respects.
As soon as the person's image appeared, everyone looked toward a purple-robed elder with a tall crown among them. The person in the image was none other than him.
The scene shifted. Different people came to pay their respects to the Golden Roc Demon King, and after each visit, the king presented them with gifts.
Soon, the image shifted to Chu Suiyi. After his visit, the Golden Roc Demon King presented him with two strange talismans. The pair in the image were exactly the same as the two strange talismans the Golden Roc Demon King now held.
Tu Wuming's throat bobbed. He stumbled back more than ten steps and collapsed to the ground, utterly dumbfounded.
He nearly blurted out the three questions of the soul: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
His mind was a complete muddle. All along, he'd been convinced that White Wolf and Xu Yi had conspired to frame him.
But now the Golden Roc Demon King had stepped forward and personally confirmed that he'd given those two strange talismans to Chu Suiyi in private. In other words, even White Wolf hadn't known about them.
Then how had Xu Yi happened to choose those very talismans and hide them inside the Incense Bead? Was it a coincidence? But how could there be such a coincidence in the world?
Of course, there was another possibility: the Golden Roc Demon King had also conspired with