Qadeer found himself in a state of panic, his mind consumed with thoughts of how to extricate himself from the current situation. He was acutely aware that James’ decision to confer privately with Lesia was a clear indication of the trust placed in her. The realization cast doubt on the effectiveness of his provocations.

Yet, he could not linger in this situation any further. The presence of Lord Goyo had made him anxious. If he lost control of the Forty-Ninth Heaven, it would yield dire consequences.

However, releasing James from the Gate of Mystery was not an option. Allowing him out would only invite a more formidable opponent in the future.

In the midst of his unease, a shadow darted before him, and James reappeared.

Qadeer, eyes wide, hastily cautioned, “James, do not succumb to the honeyed words of that woman, you…”

James interjected coldly, “I’ve only asked one question. The next question is, when should I merge my wife’s two halves?”

Qadeer stood stupefied by the suddennes