Are You Actually One of the Crown Prince's People?

After casually asking a string of questions that neither Book Elder nor Ghost Douluo understood,

Lin Huo roughly pieced together Spirit Hall's actual situation by drawing conclusions from Ghost Douluo's various reactions and combining them with his own intelligence.

First, it could now be officially confirmed that Spirit Hall's internal factions were at odds. Second, he had made a more detailed judgment regarding when Spirit Hall would launch its war.

At the very least, Spirit Hall would not start a war before Qian Renxue's identity was exposed or before she ascended the Heaven Dou throne.

That meant he still had plenty of time to grow stronger.

Book Elder used some forceful methods to coax Ghost Douluo back to sleep. Only after confirming that he was truly completely unconscious did he turn his curious gaze toward Lin Huo.

"Little Huo, what exactly did you mean by those questions just now?"

"Nothing much. I was just confirming how much time we have left."

"Confirming the time?" Book Elder did not understand, but he had no intention of pressing further.

If Lin Huo wanted to say something, he would naturally explain it to him in detail. Since he had not said it, there was no need to dig to the bottom of it.

Now on guard, Book Elder tightened his control measures. Ghost Douluo fell into an exquisitely childlike sleep and slept all the way to the foot of Heaven Dou Imperial City.

After entering the imperial city, the carriage went straight to a mansion, where an elaborate welcoming reception had already been arranged.

Lin Huo drew aside the curtain and looked up to see three large gilded characters written on the plaque above the manor entrance: Benevolence Mansion.

At that instant, an extremely ominous premonition began to grow wildly within Lin