Lin Yan saw the Donkey-Headed Crown Prince's fingers begin to tremble.
Underneath the grotesque and ferocious donkey face of the purple-gold helmet, two tears fell.
"To take a female form and rule a kingdom… It's her? Is it really her?"
The Donkey-Headed Crown Prince murmured in a quivering voice.
He could sense it—these carved words were left by the Tushan Clan, and they were taken from the Great Cloud Scripture.
This meant… that woman was indeed the intestines of the Tushan Clan...
"She's a Great Demon, she must be a Great Demon,"
The Donkey-Headed Crown Prince muttered, his face twisted in madness.
"If she's not a Great Demon, then how could someone like me, a wretched demon, even exist?"
He'd been searching for her for a long, long time, ever since her mysterious death in Shangyang Palace.
