Within the main hall, Molde remained on his knees.
But upon seeing the Sovereign of Wind suddenly depart, he felt a surge of wild joy in his heart. “Based on the conversation they had, it seems this person was a Sovereign as well! Good. Although the Bloodridge Sovereign didn’t believe me, at least one Sovereign has gone…this Linley, hmph, even if he hands over the nine soul pearls, he will find it hard to avoid death!”
When Molde thought about what that parchment had written on it, he couldn’t help but feel smug. If he had described things clearly, perhaps Linley would simply hand over the nine soul pearls, and the Sovereign would release Linley. But…in disseminating the news, Molde had changed things slightly.
Although he wasn’t able to make his scheme perfect in such a short period of time, as Molde saw it…it was enough to make Linley die.
“Linley, oh, Linley…a Paragon is going to die, just like that.” Molde mused to himself.
“Molde!” A cold voice suddenly rang out.
