Zhou Xuan, after listening to Jing Deng's introduction, was first surprised—surprised that there was a Blood Well Spirit Communicator who could live for fifteen years without going mad, a full three times the "five years" that Yuan Buyu had mentioned.
But soon, Zhou Xuan calmed down. There were con artists everywhere in the world, and Jing Deng's self-introduction was most likely not true.
Despite being skeptical at heart, Zhou Xuan still chose to stay in the gathering, earnestly doing his self-introduction.
The Blood Well was too mysterious, and there were too few channels to explore its secrets. He had no choice.
"I am a fisherman cursed by the Blood Well. I suffer from the side effects of the Blood Well Spirit every day and night."
"A fisherman?" Jing Deng asked.
"Yes."
"Where did you collect the secret phrases of the Blood Well Society?" Jing Deng's tone still sounded pleasant, but between the lines, he was already cross-referencing Zhou Xuan's information.
