It was Saturday—time to reward myself with a lie-in!
Lin Qi glanced at the wine cup, then smiled and drained the fine wine in one gulp.
Only then did the God of Laws smile in satisfaction. "The Dragon Mountain Empire must secretly provide the Temple of Punishment with an additional portion of magical equipment every year. If you can do that, then from now on, every enemy of the Dragon Mountain Empire will be dealt with by the Temple of Punishment."
Lin Qi smiled—a brilliant smile. He saw a thread of black appear between the God of Laws' brows, proof that the peculiar medicinal powder attached to the gold note had begun reacting violently with the strange ingredients in the wine. Taken separately, the powder on the gold note and the ingredients in the wine did no harm to the body.
But once the two came into contact, even if only the tiniest trace of each mixed together, they would swiftly multiply and spread, transforming into a terrifying Godfall Potion—Soul-Banning Demonic Liquid. Once touched by this demonic liquid, even a god's divine soul would lose its vitality and become as frail and powerless as an ordinary person's soul.
With a smiling face, Lin Qi cozied up to the God of Laws. His expression was full of reverence as he repeatedly nodded, agreeing that every word the God of Laws said was correct. The God of Laws was immensely pleased and repeatedly praised Lin Qi's wisdom and ability to read the times, never noticing that his entire face had already been tightly trapped in a great web woven from black threads.
Gradually, the God of Laws himself realized that something was wrong. His body swayed, and he reached for his divine artifact sword. But a black shadow shot out from