The Zhen Nan Palace was brightly lit inside.
If an outsider were present at this moment, they would undoubtedly be shocked beyond belief.
The Southern King sat nervously on the elegant couch, his legs tightly together, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
A frail masked man, with one leg casually crossed over the other, sat on the long table in front of the Southern King, eating the pastries on the table with ease.
Yi Lin ate a plate, patted his belly, and said, "Southern Prince, there are some things you shouldn't ask about if you aren't meant to know, or it will bring disaster to your life."
The Southern King was drenched in cold sweat.
"It seems that the relationship between the Southern Prince and the Bodhisattva Tower is perhaps not as simple as I imagined."
