"If he truly is the Crown Prince's disciple, he must know the secrets of the Divine Trial. It seems this old man overthought it."
If Ning Fan knew that Tielei was being suspicious here, he would surely burst into laughter, because he was indeed telling the truth.
As for matters concerning the Ancient Sky City and his own identity, the old man never mentioned anything.
If the True Word Formation reacted, then that would truly be haunting.
"Ning Fan, if you do not appreciate the opportunity, then don't blame this old man for being ruthless. Since I can't have it, neither will you."
The murderous aura in Tielei's words lingered in the hall like a shadow that clings to the bone.
Whether it was the Temple or City Hall, they had endlessly elevated the status of ascetics over the years.
Unfortunately, no one could endure the austerity of asceticism, and many chose sacrifice midway.
