"If I'm not mistaken, the dungeon outside should now be surrounded by countless disciples of the Dark Poison Sect."
Ren Feifan's ice-cold voice fell, and Lin Zhen's entire face changed!
He never expected that his seemingly flawless plan would be completely shattered in front of this devil.
His face turned pale as waves of pain assaulted him, the agony seemingly deepening. He appeared to have aged over a dozen years.
After a long while, he lifted his head weakly and looked towards the cold-eyed Ren Feifan, saying, "I want to know, when did you discover this?"
Ren Feifan chuckled coldly and explained, "There is a science in the secular world called micro-expressions. When people lie, their facial expressions will betray them, and the conversation between you and your son had already completely changed when that so-called Elder Qiu's name appeared. Your micro-expressions sold you out, I reckon, there probably isn't an Elder Qiu in your Dark Poison Sect at all."
