Jing Wei's words resounded in the entire hall and even beyond it. In fact, they continued to resonate and echo long enough that they extended beyond the reaches of the War Castle Jing and throughout the entire ancestral land.
It seemed to have caused some strange phenomenon where the skies of the ancestral land started to tremble.
The glowing drop of blood on the tip of the needle like dagger flew up and shot into Lin Mu's forehead before he could react. And when that happened, Lin Mu felt an inexplicable link forming between Jing Wei, Jing Luo, Duan Ke and him.
It wasn't like the link he had between Little Shrubby and him, nor was it like the ordainment of the world's will. It was entirely different from it. It was as if the three of them could never harm him and if he said so, the three of them would die.
'What even is this?' Lin Mu found it to be a bit terrifying.
