Who exactly is Primeval Highness referring to?
It's easy to analyze...
Undeniably...
This question is really too simple. After all, there are only so few people left in the room...
Shawn Rilon, gritting his teeth, seemed to see through everything—the events and the truth. He trembled with excitement, his whole body shaking despite his severe injuries, and his face flushed red. In his eyes, burning with hatred and humiliation, danced a fierce, defiant flame!
Huff!
Shawn Rilon took a breath: "First, eliminate the pink-winged woman whom I photographed and whose images I spread far and wide. Primeval Highness would never be so careless with her own protection during a bath, nor would she chase me across half a planet."
The pink-winged woman can't possibly be Primeval Highness.
If she were...
Shawn Rilon would have died long ago—there’s no way he’d still be alive today.
Huff!
Shawn Rilon took another deep breath, his breathing growing rapid: "The six Stellar Palace-tier guards of the pink-winged woman are even less likely candidates."
Primeval Highness—the name alone sounds solemn and majestic. How could someone so exalted stoop to being a mere guard?
Highness and guard—two words worlds apart.
They simply don't belong to the same world.
Given that, by process of elimination, Shawn Rilon arrived at the following conclusion: Primeval Highness is not the pink-winged woman, nor any of her six Stellar Palace-tier guards.
So who else could it be...
Who else but himself...
Therefore, Primeval Highness is destined to be him—it can only be him...
A thunderous flash of inspiration struck his mind, and Shawn Rilon quietly shed tears of emotion. "Haha, I've finally turned my fate around! Today, I shall soar like a dragon and rise like a phoenix! I, Shawn Rilon—the Heaven-chosen one—am destined for greatness!"