The scenery around me constantly shifted, the heavens, earth, mountains, and seas formed a jigsaw puzzle being pieced back together.
Tang Xian listened to the voice that suddenly appeared in his mind, unmoved.
The somewhat mystical dialogue and the seemingly non-hostile overture only made him maintain an even higher level of vigilance.
The most formidable player in this game was indeed the hidden god behind the curtain.
Just as he had made an early choice to cooperate with Constantine, the god had done the same.
The little boy was like a spy with multiple identities, whose stance kept on changing, but in the end, his pupils lost all vitality and sparkled with diamond stars, transforming into an existence called King.
The King retained the will of his past self, but was forever branded a slave of the god.
Tang Xian didn't dislike Constantine; his wariness towards Constantine was simply because he didn't believe this man would so easily be subjugated by violence.