Scanning the chaotic surroundings, Lin Feng waved his hand and set up a formation to isolate sound and divine sense, looked at the old man in front of him, and nodded.
"Old man, you should know why I'm here to see you, right?" Lin Feng asked the old man casually.
"Isn't it to find out about the Despair Plains? My rule is, whatever price you offer, that's the extent I'll divulge!" The old man replied plainly, then sat down at the table, poured himself a drink, and stared at Lin Feng as if he were an idiot. He had been in Pingcheng for many years, and everyone knew what he did. What else could it be about?
"To what extent?" Lin Feng was surprised by this statement and asked, "Do you know everything about the Despair Plains?"
"That's impossible. In the entire Myriad Heavens Divine Realm, no one knows everything about the Despair Plains. Not to mention the Divine Kings, even quite a few Divine Venerables have died in there!" The old man replied casually.
