Feeling the formidable aura emanating from the other party, Ning Fan did not dare to take it lightly; his spiritual power had already begun to circulate within his body.
Should any danger arise, he would be able to react at a moment's notice.
"Elder, I am not sure what my father... what exactly did he deceive you about?"
After making full preparations, Ning Fan finally spoke in a softened voice.
The White Mist Spirit glanced at him, snorted coldly, and said, "You're quite vigilant, pretending to be respectful on the surface, but secretly, you have already started mobilizing your power, ready to strike back at any time."
Seeing his actions exposed, Ning Fan chuckled awkwardly, yet did not disperse his power, "Elder, it is precisely because of this vigilance that I have been able to survive until today."
