Li Mingqing thought of something, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his breath involuntarily came to a halt.
"Why are you telling me this only now?" Li Mingqing cursed under his breath.
"Fear that telling you too early would make you lose the courage to cooperate, Forgotten One."
"Relax." Agares waved his hand, "The Scepter has no self-awareness; it acts on instinct, merely an empty shell."
"Then why didn't Solomon do it?" Li Mingqing coldly glanced at Agares.
"Do what? Fight in mutual destruction? What good would that do him?" Agares shrugged.
"The Red Weaving Workshop, she's returned here. Kill her, the Scepter is yours, the remnants are ours."
After pondering for a moment, Li Mingqing took a deep breath and looked up. For a moment, he felt the sunlight was as sharp as needles, piercing deep into his pupils.
"The Forgotten Ones will swarm out, and you and Vashak..."
"Of course, we will all be present." Agares smiled.
