"Junior Brother, why were you lost in thought just now?" Wu Ding asked.
Ye Fan glanced at Wu Yingzi and said, "I was thinking about something."
"You weren't thinking about something, you were contemplating my abilities..." At this moment, Wu Yingzi seemed to be able to pierce into Ye Fan's inner mind, and in almost an instant, Wu Ding was still speaking, but Wu Ding's voice was extremely slow, each word seemed to last a very long time. Ye Fan knew he had once again entered the twisted space-time crafted by Wu Yingzi.
Ye Fan said, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"I don't want to do anything. You've only passed through two illusions; there are still two more. Hehe... This time, you're likely not going to remain so calm." Wu Yingzi's face bore a smug smile.
