Was the Mother of Gospel, the world-ending being from nineteen years ago, involved here too?
Having easily recognized certain highly distinctive things, Fu Qian's doubts were completely illuminated at that moment.
Just as he thought—if they were willing to help spread the Seed of Ecstasy at all costs, then the weight on the other side of the scales had to be substantial enough.
So the arrangements made by the Warehouse and Old Master Ji all this way had been aimed at this relentless world-ending being?
Not only had Lord Jose been under threat from the Seed of Ecstasy, but methods related to the Mother of Gospel had long been lying dormant within him?
That made sense. A figure like the Mother of Gospel should indeed have been constantly plotting something. Hadn't there previously been the Ji Clan's Golden Generation?
And with that, the reason they had kept guiding Lord Jose toward pleasure instantly became clear—fighting poison with poison?
Old Master Ji's death-defying act all this time had been partly to make Lord Jose use that human-flesh test just now, and partly for this final means of verification?
As for this plan of killing two birds with one arrow, all he could say was the same as before: its design was outrageously exquisite.
As for the result—
"Hadn't I been saying all along that I wasn't?"
Faced with Lord Jose's astonishment, Old Master Ji looked even more surprised than he did.
A savage smile appeared on one half of his damaged face, while the tip of the pen beneath his hand began moving once more.
Clearly, without anyone's permission, he had already regained his freedom.
And in this way, he proved that Jose's judgment had indeed been correct.
Carefully reining in the flames around him to keep them from harming the