"Are you ready?" Tang Rao walked up to Shie E and gathered a bit of Spiritual Energy.
Shie E raised his head, glaring at Tang Rao fiercely.
In his eyes, there was resentment, jealousy, reluctance—all sorts of emotions intertwined, incredibly complex.
"All I want to know is who you are, and why you know about the Nine-Headed King Hall?" Shie E gritted his teeth; he couldn't rest in peace without getting clarity on this.
"You're about to die; what difference does knowing make?" Tang Rao shook his head; truth be told, he disliked wasting words on someone doomed to die.
Shie E's teeth clenched with a grating sound.
However, suddenly, Shie E's expression drastically changed.
"In twenty days, the Nine-Headed King Hall... You! You are the chosen one of the Inspector! You belong to Zeng Yan of Yan nation!" The sharpness in Shie E's eyes glinted.
At this moment, Shie E's intelligence was praiseworthy; he actually managed to guess it directly.
