In the darkness, Fang Yang was already growing impatient.
Even though he had been the Demon Lord for some time,
he knew very little about the demonic sect.
Despite his composed declaration of "you're here," the truth was, he had no idea who the other party was.
He had said it purely to feign familiarity,
hoping to prompt the other party to reveal their true identity, so that he could continue his masquerade.
But...
After all this time, the guy hadn't mentioned anything of importance.
Even now, Fang Yang couldn't deduce who the other person was.
The Demon Lord's diary was indeed quite detailed, covering everything, but not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry could make it in there.
At last, when he heard the word "protector," he searched through his mind.
And finally, a memory surfaced,
The one with the sword on his back!
And he was both sleazy and ugly.
It could only be Zhang Sheng, one of the demonic sect's eight protectors.
That was his most distinct feature.
