"You were just trying to trick me."
Silently staring at Lu Huaijin for a long time, the member of the Xingtian Clan finally spoke again with a laugh.
What he just said was not a question, but an affirmation.
"Taking advantage of my mind's turmoil to extract the whereabouts of the 'Ascension Stairs...'"
"Just as Wu Zhen said, you really are one who stops at nothing to achieve your goals."
"But there is one thing you got wrong; it wasn't the first generation Witch King who subdued the Xingtian Clan, but rather the twenty-seventh Xingtian who led the first generation Witch King to the 'Ascension Stairs.'
As the member of the Xingtian Clan recounted, that three-thousand-year-old memory resurfaced in his mind.
It was as if he himself were that Xingtian of three thousand years ago, and this near-touching memory even made him feel a sense of disorientation.
Although every Xingtian dies, they live eternally in the hearts of their successors.
