A down-and-out player, who had taken refuge with the Western Camp, was just a mere Ancient Demon who had been exploited for long, and there was also a woman confused about her own identity...
Madam Joseph didn't even bother to glance at the three of them, instead, she looked out at the dark sky outside, wanting to know what the true motives of these people were!
The old woman ignored them, paying a little attention to Ziyue, but showing no interest in the other two, fearing that Ziyue might escape since a magician skilled in Spatial Magic could possibly slip away if she was not careful.
The King of Qin looked at the distinctly different face, his expression indifferent, his mind constantly recalling his experiences over the years, the dichotomy between dream and reality, success and illusion, even wondering what there was left in the world worth defending for him?
Suddenly, King of Qin's pupils turned eerily strange, which nobody seemed to notice.
