'Good news?'
'Impossible.'
Those two words bored into Su Ling'er's ears, sounding no less ominous than King Yama knocking on her door in the dead of night.
In a demonic den like this, one that devoured people whole, what kind of actual good news could there be?
'Did some elder finally succeed in refining a Ten Thousand Souls Banner and need a few disciples to consecrate it in celebration? Or maybe some peak is about to activate a blood sacrifice formation and needs a few unlucky souls to fill the array's core, so they're sending our batch of disciples to be sacrificed?'
Su Ling'er stared at Lin Qingfeng's face, which looked especially benevolent in the moonlight, and the tension in her mind stretched taut.
'Eldest Brother is a master strategist. If it were truly good news, why would he need to come in person in the middle of the night? He would never do something so disruptive unless it was an extraordinary situation!'
'It's absolutely impossible!'
