"Awake? Yes, my son died at my hands, hahaha!"
Andrew, looking downright mad, couldn't stop laughing even though Luo Xi was stepping on his head.
Then, he finally burst into tears.
All his past experiences came flooding back to him.
Andrew suddenly realized.
"I was deceived by that person from the very beginning."
The snowworms, altered by alchemy, seemed to aid in the Divine Tree's ascension, yet they were nothing but bait used by that person to fulfill his own objectives.
That person laid out a tempting bait, and he arrogantly bit, not only that, but he also kept on nurturing the bait, ultimately brewing such bitter fruit.
In those six months, he was like a man possessed, madly drawing people into the town, by deception or coercion, having them sign contracts,
And the excessive fragments of souls led him gradually down the path of madness.
"Haha—ha—"
Andrew coughed hoarsely, his laughter weakening.
"Wasn't that your child?"
