Evening.
Afterward.
Hearing Zhou Hong's even breathing beside him,
Chen Li, for some reason, just couldn't sleep; he stared blankly at the beams above him in a daze.
The existence of the Zhou Family's ancestor was like a thorn in his heart.
Every time he thought about it,
It made him restless and unable to eat or sleep in peace.
"This matter, in fact, is not flawless; although I've muddled the vision and interfered with the clues, there still remains one major loophole, and that is Zhao Lin and his group..." Chen Li pondered in his heart:
"As long as Zhao Lin is found, I would also inevitably be exposed."
Could anyone withstand severe torture and different Foundation Establishment tactics?
Perhaps some could, but certainly not these people.
"Alas, a moment of soft-heartedness..." Chen Li sighed inwardly:
