Yi Lin was indeed surprised.
He didn't expect to see the Destiny Tablet here.
In the past, during the "Age of Gods," Gilgamesh had the habit of writing diaries, often holding the Destiny Tablet against the city wall, scribbling away.
No one knew what he wrote on the tablet.
Yi Lin was about to reach out, but his hand stopped in mid-air the next second. Yi Lin looked up at the Empress Dowager's eerily calm eyes: "Aren't you... afraid I'll snatch it?"
"If the Immortal wishes to have it, take it."
Concubine Shu covered her mouth with a smile, peerless in her grace, and in an instant, the candlelight in the room dimmed.
"Alright."
Yi Lin's lips curled slightly, his right hand behind his back, a shimmering light rotating around his wrist.
