Past, Present, and Forevermore

"I wasn't sure whether my hysteria was acting up or Qing Wanglai had influenced me."

Back in the imperial capital, Li Huowang went to Fengyang Tower, exhausted, and ordered a serving of their signature First-Class Pastry for Li Sui in his stomach.

By now, he could only face the fact that he had lost contact with Su Lin and Meng Qi.

But by all common sense, that should have been impossible.

The two might not have been overwhelmingly strong in a conventional fight, but when it came to their origins, Dharmic Treasures, trump cards, and everything else, even the Heaven of Deposed Saints itself might not have been able to stop them from sending a reply.

And then there was Su Lin. From traditional possession to killing enemies above his level, systems, status panels, super evolution—even a hundred thousand old masters popping out one day would hardly have surprised him.

At least, that was what Li Huowang believed.

According to Zhongli, the Chat Group had been specially made to ward off outside influence. Even when Su Lin had affected him, he had still been able to see the Chat Group.

It made no sense.

But what if? What if they'd been affected? Should I go straight to Great Qi and look for them now?

"Brother Li, there's no need to worry so much. I have a guess about this." Zhuge Yuan waved the folding fan in his hand. "There are only two possibilities."

Li Huowang's face brightened. "Brother Zhuge, what are they?"

"I can't say." Zhuge Yuan shook his head.

Li Huowang's expression froze. He sighed helplessly. "Brother Zhuge, even you're speaking in riddles now? At a time like this? Qing Wanglai and the others are dragging me off to assassinate Su Tianfu tomorrow."

In truth, neither killing Su Tianfu