Tan Guan spoke up, looking at the fresh bloodstains on the surrounding pillars, his gaze darkening,
"Are they... gone?"
Tuzuo sneered at this sight and said,
"You accuse others of being pretentious, but aren't you the most pretentious one? How could you not know their fate? Tan Guan, I've seen through your hypocritical facade for two hundred years, it's truly disgusting!"
Tan Guan's expression remained unchanged, answering,
"Tuzuo, the two Witch Kings and Witch Prime Minister have already been sacrificed to the Witch God. I imagine the Witch God is savoring their sacrifices quietly now. Don't you want to do something?"
"Hahaha..."
Tuzuo let out a cold laugh,
"You've finally revealed your true intentions, Tan Guan! Tan Guan... you finally spoke from the heart...
Pausing, he continued,
"What do you intend to do?"
Tan Guan reached out to touch his own heavily pregnant belly and thought for a moment,
"Find..."
