Lin Chuan took a deep breath. If things were truly as he suspected, the Lord of Demon Iron City was a man of unfathomably deep plotting.
He had actually begun laying out his plans one or two thousand years ago. The question was, what kind of small world could it be that had prevented him from successfully refining it for so long?
Puzzled no matter how much he thought about it, Lin Chuan could only temporarily push his anxieties aside.
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