"Alpha? Dawn married a princess of the Gallic Empire. They had seven sons and three daughters, then twenty-five legitimate grandsons and granddaughters, along with seven maternal grandsons and granddaughters." Lin Qi tilted his head at Yin-Yang. "Congratulations, Yin-Yang. You've spread branches and put down roots in the Dawn Temple. Those people are all your descendants!"
Yin-Yang opened his mouth, but said nothing for a long while.
Lin Qi pulled out a thick stack of gold notes and showed Yin-Yang the enormous figures printed on them. There were roughly a hundred notes here, each with a denomination of no less than a hundred million gold coins. It was a staggering fortune—enough to buy several large cities on the Western Continent and make a man a hereditary grand lord.
"Money's allure is boundless. Ever since I learned of your glorious deeds in the past, I used a few connections to investigate the little bit of entanglement you left behind in the Dawn Temple." Lin Qi looked at Yin-Yang with icy ruthlessness. "If you don't honor the promise you just made, then I guarantee that within three days, Irdame? Dawn will die of food poisoning. And Alpha? Dawn, along with all his descendants..."
Mr. Mo let out a strange, sinister chuckle from the side. "The Dawn Temple is preparing to dispatch an elite force to the Eastern Great Plains to deal with the Demon Dragon Legion under Commander Diogo, which has been particularly active lately. I think Alda? Dawn will die on the battlefield from an arrow wound. Naturally, the arrow will have struck him in the back. Of that, there can be no doubt."
"Once Irdame? Dawn is dead, and Alpha? Dawn is dead, what sort of fate will Elder Yin-Yang's other descendants have?" Lin Qi looked curiously at Yin-Yang's ashen face