"Look at you, don't get so worked up."
Lu Li chuckled, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.
Varimathras came back to his senses, his expression swiftly turning incredulous.
The slight drunkenness he had accumulated earlier vanished without a trace.
His mouth opened and closed several times. After stammering for a long while, Varimathras finally managed to form a complete sentence:
"Li, Li Yun, don't tell me you really want to replace Hangenor and become the next Demon King?"
Lu Li raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing.
"Me? Replace Hangenor?"
"Varimathras, how did you even make that leap?"
"Isn't that it?" Varimathras's eye widened.
"Otherwise, why didn't you tell Hangenor the truth?"
"Because he never gave me the chance..." Lu Li set down his wine cup and spread his hands. "And later, you heard it too. Hangenor said there was no autonomous consciousness inside that woman's body—it was merely an empty shell."
"So I figured it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble and simply not mention it."
"I-Is that so?" Varimathras calmed himself and adjusted his breathing slightly.
After pondering for a moment, he continued, "Later, when you learned that the Demon King intended to use [Imprint Clay] to transfer himself into that woman's body, you concluded that doing so would confirm what you had seen in the past. That was why you had even less reason to bring it up?"
"That's right. Your deduction is very accurate." Lu Li nodded, giving Varimathras an approving look.
"That does fit your efficiency-driven personality..." Varimathras muttered, finally putting his mind at ease again.
But soon, confusion resurfaced on his face.
"Wait... something doesn't seem right?"
"If, as you say, that woman is Qin, the one who will kill Hangenor in the future, then when we went to the outside world, why did