"Touzi?" Li Huowang stared at the endlessly spinning die in his hand, and the words he'd once spoken echoed in his ears. Whoever wins, I'll help them.
Touzi did speak the truth back then, but the one it believed would win wasn't him—it was Qing Wanglai!
And there were two dice, which meant that the Da Liang National Master was also one of San Qing's people!
No! Maybe it's even worse! Doumu's Heavenly Dao was stolen by San Qing long ago! Li Huowang whipped his head around to look at Zhao Lei, whose presence was growing increasingly faint.
Seeing the others' eyes on him, Qing Wanglai lightly pushed up the glasses on his nose and gave a faint smile. "Looks like unless I say something today, I'm not leaving?"
He then fixed his gaze on Li Huowang. "That's right, it was me. Actually, I've done much more, though it seems you haven't found out."
"From the very beginning, you were just one of my many pawns. Everything has been under my control."
