Chen Yi, with memories of two lifetimes, understood that
Yin Weiyin was someone who never appeared in his past life, and to Yin Weiyin, wasn't he the same?
Now that he thinks back, no matter how you look at it, it's a strange, twisted fate.
Li Yangong gave a series of instructions, and after listening, Chen Yi stood up and said:
"Elder Li, this is farewell."
As soon as he finished, the sound of footsteps outside the door grew more hurried, and Chen Yi turned and left the dungeon.
Staring at Chen Yi's retreating figure, a chilling breeze wafted through the prison cell.
As the gloom brushed past, Li Yangong peered through the bars, gazing toward the direction Chen Yi had left.
After a long pause, the Elder of Punishment coldly chuckled and muttered to himself:
"He actually thinks I haven't learned, after all these years in the underworld, who the true Song Shengbao really is."
A gust of eerie wind reinforced the twisted smirk on Li Yangong's face.