Ren Feifan no longer wanted to listen to the Demon King's brainwashing.
Indeed, as an old monster who had lived for a thousand years, his words were craftily persuasive.
Even though everything the Demon King said could be true, it could also be false—who could guarantee it!
He was not a first-hand witness to history; merely listening to others was hardly useful.
He could only step by step uncover the truth himself.
The responsibility was heavy and the path, long.
After a while, Ren Feifan looked at the Demon King in front of him and said, "I will consider the plan you gave me. As for when, let's see. Unless it's absolutely necessary, I don't want to get involved with the Demon Sect."
The Demon King snorted coldly and directly transformed into a mass of black fog, drilling into the second Stone Pillar of the mysterious space.
Suddenly, the whole world quieted down.
