Wei Chen was confused. He looked at the two, about to ask, but the answer came in the next moment.
"Yes, I thought so as well. That bastard must have used me as a living beacon. He pierced my brain to use as a signal, my heart for control, and my dantian as the fuel for the signal," Lian Cheng said, then paused.
"Now… it is clear that he deliberately sent me here."
After saying that, he let out a sigh. "I don't know what his aim is. That bastard's cultivation method taps into the river of fate. He does not act in ways we can normally anticipate."
"Elaborate…" Wei Chen said, his fingers slowly tapping on the table.
Lian Cheng glanced at him. Hesitation and reluctance showed in his eyes.
"That bastard was… eccentric, to say the least. Sometimes, his allegiance did not even seem to be to himself. At times, he deliberately sabotaged his own faction, sending people to their deaths. For example, there was a general who served him loyally.
