The image vanished, and the Taoist knelt on the ground.
Emperor Chen watched the scene, aware that Siming had the face mask in his possession.
This face mask was once a gift he had bestowed upon Tantai Xianming.
It was a spoil of war among the accomplices from the incident ten years ago.
"Good, good..."
"Before, I even thought someone was plotting against you, Tantai Xianming. Or should I say, did you guess even such thoughts of mine?"
"It is indeed terrifying, my Prime Minister."
"You actually understood my heart."
"However, I also feel relieved. If there truly had been someone who plotted you, me, and Yuwen Lie into this game, even if they lurk in the shadows, what a monster that would be."