Wen Sheng's brows furrowed as he stared intently at the man before him.
"What's too late?" Wen Sheng pressed, looking towards the tall, skinny man who immediately stepped forward, gesturing to shove the object in his hand into the mouth of the other man.
The man's mind was already bordering on madness, simply shaking his head incessantly, his eyes filled with terror that no longer had a tangible target, as he struggled furiously, suddenly snapping his own collarbone with a crack.
"What's too late? You think your petty tricks can succeed, you think the activities conducted in secret by Qiandao Temple, when exposed to the world in the future, won't be despised by everyone!" Wen Sheng crouched down and spoke rapidly.
That man, upon hearing the mention of Qiandao Temple, suddenly froze, his eyes turning fearfully towards Wen Sheng, and Wen Sheng instantly knew he was right, the real masterminds were indeed from Qiandao Temple.
