Chen Feng snorted coldly, cutting off Hou San's words. Not even he could bear to listen to such low-grade lies anymore and didn't want to waste time talking with him. He took action, pointing a finger at Hou San's chest, looked into his eyes, and said, "Do you really have a way to cure my niece's mother's illness or not?"
Facing someone like Hou San who was completely powerless to resist, Chen Feng easily hypnotized him. Hou San's eyes became dull, and he shook his head, saying, "How is that possible? Who can cure that kind of illness of the little girl's mother? It's a terminal illness, not even a Daluo Golden Immortal could cure it."
"So, you lied to Luoo Haixia about stealing the Wooden Fish to help you? You just wanted the Wooden Fish for yourself, right?" Chen Feng continued to ask.
