Telling the truth is commendable, and daring to do so is an excellent character trait.
Zheng Fan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It's not worth getting angry with this fool, he silently reminded himself.
Fanli was still scratching his head like an elementary school student who had answered correctly, waiting for the teacher's reward with a shy yet proud smile.
This time, none of the other Demon Lords around had reacted as quickly as he had!
Zheng Fan soon opened his eyes. He completely ignored Fanli's expectant gaze and lowered his head to address Mo Wan:
"Go, open the door."
Mo Wan walked to the bronze door. He currently exuded an aura reminiscent of dry ice on a stage, only his was black.
His body began to dissolve. Simultaneously, wisps of black gas, carrying the blood flowing from Miss Su's palm, started seeping through the cracks to the outside of the bronze door.
