"Who were you talking to just now?"
Lost in my reverie, I hadn't noticed the door behind me open.
I turned around. Lanaia, head of the Department of Punishment, stood there, suspicion on her face and a sharp look in her eyes.
In the end, Old Man Weilong had either gotten tired or been in a bad mood. The force of Void of Origin Source had weakened noticeably, and Lanaia had sensed something was off.
"Was I?"
"Of course. I definitely heard you say, 'No need to see you out!'"
Lanaia spoke with conviction, her gaze shifting to the spot where Weilong had been sitting. She clearly wasn't going to let this go without an answer.
A straightforward denial was out of the question. She wasn't a demigod yet, but she was no pushover, and she wasn't easy to fool.
But if I made a scene now, the excitement later would surely be spoiled, and that was the last thing I wanted.
Sigh!
Under Lanaia's scrutinizing gaze, I let out a long sigh, clasped my hands behind my back, and gazed into the distance.
"Just now, I was lost in the beautiful scenery when I suddenly thought of all the blood on my hands over the years. I fear the sins I've committed may be impossible to cleanse in this lifetime, and for a moment, my inner demons stirred."
"'No need to see you out' was a way to ease my mind and pay tribute to the past. But..."
I shook my head.
"It's hardly that simple. Once things quiet down, I plan to find somewhere to reflect and repent properly. Do you have any recommendations?"
Are you serious?
I had no doubt you had blood on your hands and all that, but are you sure this was because