Gu Jianlin gazed toward the west, the Qilin Mask was shrouded in the dim twilight, dark red like blood.
"This is the trap you set."
He turned around, golden eyes seemingly flowing with Molten Lava: "You want her dead."
"No, it's not that I want her dead, but the world wishes for her death."
The Think Tank smiled and explained, "This naturally includes herself. Long ago when she deciphered the secret of the Evolution Chain and killed her own husband, seizing the Supreme Position, she had already foreseen this day. It's her Heavenly Destiny, and her sacrifice for the world."
It sounded like a thunderclap exploded beside his ears, leaving Gu Jianlin's mind blank.
Tang Ling suddenly turned around, her beautiful eyes frigid beneath disordered strands of hair.
"What did you say?"
Jiang Ziyue's brilliant smile showed a hint of fissure, an expression of shock never seen on his face. He instinctively wanted to refute, but his voice stuck in his throat and wouldn't come out.
