Fang Zhou finally understood—a strange and extraordinary bone structure or outstanding talent, an invitation to join the Demon Sect—this woman was simply mocking him.
It was truly a letdown. He thought his talent and appearance were enough to make the high-ranking members of the Demon Sect kneel and lick his shoes upon first meeting.
"What exactly do you want?"
Fang Zhou asked coldly. This woman had attacked him by surprise and impersonated someone to secretly infiltrate the Refining Immortal City, definitely up to no good.
"Nothing much..."
Ya Zi smiled lightly, her gaze falling to the Three-headed Dragon below, whose two heads were still struggling for control: "I want this beast below. How about you give it to me?"
Fang Zhou's face darkened: "We were inexplicably delivered to this place. Was it your doing?"
If Ya Zi also wanted to leave this place, there was no need to attack Fang Zhou; she could just wait for Fang Zhou to eliminate the Three-headed Dragon.