Yan Beihan's cunning eyes revealed thoughtfulness.
"The Night Demon's words... seem flawless, the information doesn't match, yet under heaven, there are few who can make the Yin Shen Palace, those millennium-old foxes, speak like this, meeting the criteria."
Yan Beihan pondered deeply.
He thought of Fang Che. That troublesome guy, there was indeed some fit.
But Fang Che... doesn't seem like it.
The evil qi on Night Demon is so concentrated it seems tangible, even if not in battle, standing at a distance one can feel it.
And that's Night Demon restraining it. Yet on Fang Che, there's a clear breeze and bright moon.
Completely two different auras!
One like a blood sea demon, another like an immortal in the heavens.
Other things can be disguised, but the aura that seeps through from the bones is hard to change.
Yan Beihan thought for a long time, but felt the more he thought, the more chaotic his thoughts became.
He simply got up to find Yan Nan.
"Grandfather."
