"What a mess this has turned into!"
Huang Yifan was flustered.
If it really was a Demon Sect spy, and he had knocked him out with his spiritual pressure, he would feel no guilt—rather, he would be thrilled. It's a pity he couldn't have killed him on the spot.
But now it seemed... this kid is good, isn't it a pity to make him suffer for nothing?
So he quickly started fumbling in his pockets.
He was filled with resentment.
A good seedling of moral integrity, honesty, world-embracing heart, and righteousness was knocked unconscious by him...
As for why he's a good kid, does that even need to be said?
Under his own Monarch Level spiritual pressure, not to mention a martial artist, even an Emperor Level would be completely subdued!
How could there be any doubt?
Huang Yifan was even confident that he could draw a picture of what Fang Che was thinking under that pressure!
It's tough to find such a kid even if you searched with a lantern!
