Late at night.
The second floor of the Golden Pool Pavilion was brightly lit.
Chen Mu sat expressionlessly on the low ottoman at the center, watching Tang Zong, who was tied up by the Lock Spirit Spell and lying stiff on the floor.
Golden River City was falling, and the barrier shrunk to nearly a third. If not for fear of causing even worse changes, he would have wanted to kill Tang Zong on the spot.
Chen Mu looked up at Tang Zhimu and Li Chou, who were standing below.
One was Tang Zong's junior brother, the other Tang Zong's second uncle; who knew if there was something wrong.
After capturing Tang Zong, Chen Mu controlled these two immediately.
"This person is not Tang Zong." Tang Zhimu said calmly as he met Chen Mu's scrutinizing gaze.
Chen Mu's face twitched.
You really know how to wash your hands of it!
"You say he's not Tang Zong? I say he is Tang Zong!" He glared at Tang Zhimu.
