Rather than letting on, better to deal with the trouble first and pursue "Feidu's" whereabouts later, thus not showing any sign and making it difficult for the other party to guess his thoughts.
Language is a battle of spirits, and Chen Dengming had long since mastered the art of this mental sparring.
"Oh? You really don't know that I came for you?"
Facing Chen Dengming's attitude, the Qianluo Ghost King indeed harbored doubts, feeling perplexed and even wondering if he had anticipated incorrectly.
"Qianluo, my friend, no need for further words, seize them quickly!"
At that moment, a cold snort, followed by several presences, rose from the vast array below.
An elder with an ominous aura flew out, her forehead adorned with a headband. Perched on her shoulder was a grey eagle with sharp eyes firmly fixed on Chen Dengming, and around her waist was coiled a colorfully patterned little snake, spitting out cold forked-tongues, its indifferent snake eyes full of bloodlust.
