Outside the illusion array.
Duke Ning, Li Jian, looked at the enormous crimson scroll.
A savage smile appeared on his face:
"When one is lowly, one dares to risk one's life for an assassination."
"But what about when one stands high and holds great power?"
"How many can still give up their lives?"
"The Kindling Illusion Array... has always tested nothing but one's naked, unvarnished heart!!"
Within the illusion array.
Zeng Anmin showed not the slightest change in expression.
Yet he had already gained an understanding of this array.
With a calm face, he looked at the ordinary middle-aged man kneeling before him.
Perhaps this was the true meaning of kindling.
One could not leave those who gave selflessly and dared to shoulder responsibility to fight alone...
If he had not possessed the Golden Finger capable of lifting the illusion array's memory-sealing effect,
then with his own disposition... he likely would never have willingly chosen death.
Who could have imagined that this illusion array would give those who entered it two identities?
And that both identities would face such trials?!
An ordinary person would surely fail this array!
He looked calmly at the kneeling man and said:
"Rise."
"Thank you, Duke."
The Black Cat Martial Artist rose respectfully.
"The Empress's power has already taken shape. Even if I were to return to public life, it would be useless."
There was a quiet desolation in Zeng Anmin's voice.
The Black Cat Martial Artist's expression turned urgent.
He pressed his lips together and said, "I am willing to risk this lone life and assassinate the Empress."
"If I succeed, then I will have died where I should. But if I fail, the Empress will launch a mad counterattack. In this realm, only you can stop her..."
"Stop her?"
Zeng Anmin looked