Lin En closed his eyes, raised the Flintlock Pistol in his hand, and blew the smoke from its muzzle.
"Your idea is fucking brilliant, but I'm very sorry-if you dare try it on me, I'll kill you."
He had already made up his mind.
Or rather.
After hearing this fellow out, he was even more determined. As long as he could leave this place, he would make the identity of Lin Yin disappear for good.
If he ever used this Origin Substance that attracted every creep around again, he would spell his name backward!
Because... this was no longer a question of how perverted they were.
Someone actually wanted him to have children now.
"All right."
The Firstborn got up from the ground, clutching his forehead with a wry smile.
"There's no rush."
But he had no intention of giving up.
After all, from a rational perspective, a union between two members of the Vessel Families with exceptionally pure bloodlines certainly had a chance of producing an extraordinarily powerful descendant. And even if it didn't, it would surely help him resolve the greatest problem he currently faced.
"Let's go. Since I lost to you just now, I'll keep my word."
He stood up and spoke softly.
"I can take you out of here. We can talk along the way."
Thick black mist shrouded everything.
Holding a torch, the Firstborn led him through the darkness.
The route he took was peculiar. Even when the space ahead felt completely open, he would still turn at certain specific points, making their overall direction erratic, as though they were walking through an enormous maze.
"This place may look free of obstacles, but its space is actually severely distorted. Anyone who doesn't understand this place and moves ahead recklessly can easily become hopelessly