As the man left, Gui Junxi gave a slight flick of his sleeve, and the open door slammed shut with a bang.
The candles in the secret chamber went out with a soft puff.
Sitting in utter darkness, Gui Junxi began coughing violently.
"Heh, you won't live much longer in that state." A faint voice came from the altar, seemingly snickering. "Looks like Prince Qi and Prince Lu have both grown suspicious. They think you may have deceived them."
"No one deceives the highborn with supernatural powers without suffering retribution. Even if you survive this crisis, how much longer can you keep them in the dark?"
"That is none of your concern," Gui Junxi said coldly. These gods of the Divine Shrine were violent and fickle. Even being on the same side offered no assurance.
"Even if it was an empty shell before, the faith and fury of a million people-the force opposing Prince Dai-have turned illusion into reality."
"Prince Qi and Prince Lu, and even the newcomer to the chessboard, cannot fail to see that."
"That is not what worries me."
Only after a long while did Gui Junxi stop coughing. He frowned. "I felt uneasy just now. Did someone follow Bai Lekang here? Go out and see whether anyone is hiding nearby."
"This concerns the great undertaking we share."
Bai Lekang, that worthless cur! All that training wasted, and he still proved so useless!
Thinking of Bai Lekang's incompetence, Gui Junxi wished he could flog his corpse again. But the thought immediately struck him as ominous. This is bad. My temperament is becoming more and more unstable. Otherwise, I wouldn't have killed Bai Lekang the moment I grew suspicious just now. I should at least have waited.
Is this the backlash?
The thought had barely formed when a