They wreaked havoc within the Gate of Mystery, causing a commotion that shook the world. However, it was Emperor Qadeer, who resided in the Forty-Ninth Heaven, who suffered. With each successive onslaught and sweep that befell the gate, he continued to cough up blood uncontrollably, although seated in lotus position. This left the emperors seated nearby bewildered.

Youcef was seated in the first row on the left. He suddenly stood up. “Guys, there’s a matter concerning my dad. Let’s discuss our affairs later.”

The emperors exchanged glances. Then, they stood up and exited the temple one by one.

Only then did Youcef dart to the side of Emperor Qadeer, supporting him with a firm grip. “What’s wrong, Dad?”

Cough! Another gush of blood spewed forth, and Emperor Qadeer’s face drained of color. He lifted his head with a look of regret. “I’ve been deceived into James’ vile trap.”

Youcef frowned upon hearing this. “James Caden? What does he have to do with this?”

Emperor Qadeer could not