In the dimly lit great hall, Li Huowang's keen vision picked out Ji Lin's face. It was drastically different from before.
The Ji Lin he had met during the Shangsi Festival had been flamboyant, confident, and ingenuous—a completely vibrant young man.
But the Ji Lin of today was completely different. He was hunched over like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness. His features were sullen, his eyes were filled with malice, and the extreme ill will he bore toward his surroundings was not the slightest bit concealed.
Li Huowang found it hard to imagine what could have happened to Ji Lin in the short time he had been away.
When Li Huowang saw the features on the left side of Ji Lin's face slowly sag, only for Ji Lin to quickly push them back into place with his hand, he seemed to understand something.
Li Huowang pondered for a moment, then performed a Daoist salute toward the Emperor of Da Liang on the Dragon Throne. "Your Highness, have you consumed a Malevolent Spirit?"
