Bologue was convinced that he had truly gotten accustomed to the various negative states brought by Curved Path Shuttling. Previously, he would feel unbalanced and nauseous, but this time he only felt a bit dizzy, and within seconds he returned to perfect condition.
It could also be because he had injected too much potion, those expensive alchemy potions were rampaging tirelessly through his veins, flushing through networks of capillaries and cleaning organs.
"Where do you think we are now?"
The surroundings were gray and murky, shadows enveloped every corner. Bologue didn't act rashly but instead prepared for battle, taking the chance to joke in his mind.
"The Golden Palace."
Aimou's voice echoed in his mind, with an unmistakable excitement.
"How can you be so sure...?"
