Then, Wyot suddenly asked, “How are you going to deal with the fraud?”

“With Lesia and my friends around, I’m not worried about the realms.” James withdrew his hand and sighed. “The most important thing right now is whether or not you and the Doom Race can shoulder the responsibility.”

Wyot frowned. “Let me know what I need to do.”

Slowly turning around, James raised his head with his hands behind his back. “I’ll think about it after the Doom Race has been disciplined.”

Wyot wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

In Zvecha Temple in the Dark World’s Yin's Void, Goyo sat on a zafu exuding amethyst-gold light. He wore a purple robe and meditated with his eyes closed.

In front of him, Gladwin and Quardion were anxious but silent.

“Is that all?” Goyo asked after a while, without opening his eyes.

Gladwin gritted his teeth and nodded. “Lord Goyo, we are done. Based on our investigation, it’s impossible for Jacopo to be Waitara’s Reincarnation Soremsia.”

“Before coming to Yin’