"You're talking nonsense!" Night King Si Luo shouted.
Night King Yan Qing, Bone Night King, and the others glared at Lu Yin with unbridled hatred, while Zhuo Baiye looked at him with complicated emotions.
Lu Yin had personally torn away their true faces. Behind their innate arrogance lay the sorrow of being slaves, the sorrow of being controlled.
"First Night King personally destroyed the truth about the White Night Clan. I've made you see yourselves clearly again. You should thank me. Forgetting history is the same as betraying yourselves. The Cage Technique lies at the very source of your bloodline," Lu Yin said calmly, heedless of the impact his words had on the White Night Clan. He had kicked them into the abyss.
Lu Yin looked apologetically at Zhuo Baiye and sighed. "Can't you accept it?"
Zhuo Baiye smiled bitterly. "What difference does it make? Whether it's the Bai Family or the Night King Lineage, we're all controlled. We've long been familiar with the Cage Technique. It's just a different person controlling us."
"I'll free you and the White King Lineage from the Cage Technique," Lu Yin said.
Zhuo Baiye looked at Lu Yin. "This control comes from our bloodline. Would removing it even help?"
Lu Yin fell silent. Removing it was useless. This kind of control could never truly be undone; it had been passed down through their bloodline for generations. The only exception would be someone whose strength surpassed that of a Half-Ancestor.
"Can you promise me one thing?" Zhuo Baiye asked solemnly, looking at Lu Yin with hope.
"Tell me," Lu Yin said earnestly.
Zhuo Baiye stared at him. "After you, there must be no more Cage Technique. Likewise, after you, there must be no more Night Kings."
Lu Yin's gaze flickered. He thought for a moment.