"Are you wondering how I knew?"
Griffin's body trembled, and he quickly said with a flattering smile, "Not at all, your excellency must indeed know everything."
Xue An didn't pay attention to his flattery and said indifferently, "People can lie, but souls cannot!"
Griffin swallowed hard, not daring to speak anymore.
He understood what Xue An meant—if he dared to lie, then Xue An would make his soul disperse just like the Night Devil Empress.
"Are you a daemon of the Dark Races?" Xue An asked.
"Yes!" Griffin replied with utmost respect.
Xue An nodded, casually waved his hand, and a black Talisman Spell was imprinted on Griffin's forehead.
Griffin felt a searing pain in his head and looked at Xue An with a face full of horror.
"I've planted a Curse Mark in your soul, if you harbor any other thoughts, your daemon soul will be burned by the Karmic Fire!"
