She frowned.
The Loulan Clan... it was probably not a lineage of Loulan, but one he had gathered himself...
That was bearable enough, yet the speculation in the depths of her heart was even more perilous and dark.
"That black-clothed army must be... Loulan's own forces... Loulan was slaughtered, and it was by his own doing~~ just to use that blood... to worship these Cangwu Fragments."
Although it seemed unlikely, Sui Yi increasingly leaned toward this possibility within her heart, feeling that Loulan's paranoia and cold ruthlessness had reached an extreme.
This man's paranoia, combined with his final desperate and crazed state, underscored his pitifulness.
Nine thousand years... all to bring the High Priest back to life?
Sui Yi looked at the Gold Silk for a while, then at the map sketched above it, and after a moment, she closed it and let out a sigh, "One doesn't become crazy without turning into a demon..."
