Cain allowed himself a small smile as he watched Martin die.
Among the Royal Blutlinie, there existed countless strange and insidious abilities. The chances that someone possessed a technique capable of identifying a killer were far from small. Cain could not afford to openly antagonize the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom—not yet. Therefore, when it came to Martin's death, the culprit would be Almor, a warrior of the Eternal Soul Kingdom.
It was a simple lie, easy to sell.
After all, if Cain had not intervened, that was exactly what would have happened.
He calmly observed the corpse for a few seconds longer, ensuring Martin's life force had completely faded and that no karmic thread had formed between them. Only when he was certain did he move.
