"Dice?" Li Huowang stared at the constantly spinning die in his hand, and the words he'd once spoken echoed in his ears. "Whoever wins, I help them."
The die had been telling the truth back then, only he thought the one who would win wasn't himself, but Qing Wanglai!
And there were two dice, which meant—the Da Liang National Master was also one of the San Qing!
"No! Maybe it's even worse! Doumu's Heavenly Dao was already snatched away by the San Qing!" Li Huowang sharply turned his head to look at Zhao Lei, whose presence was fading more and more into the background.
Seeing everyone else looking at him, Qing Wanglai gently pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and a faint smile emerged on his face. "Seems like I won't be able to leave today unless I talk, right?"
He immediately turned his gaze on Li Huowang. "Yes, it was me who did it. In fact, I've done a lot more, but it seems you haven't discovered those."
