Facing Wei Niantian's interrogation, the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord was drenched in cold sweat. He could feel an extremely strong pressure attacking him, chilling him to the bone as if he were in a cold cellar.
With a trembling voice, he replied, "I ask the Sect Leader for forgiveness…"
Lang Huaxin was also shivering uncontrollably. Even as the number one genius of the Demon Sect, he felt terrified in front of the Sect Leader.
Wei Niantian stared at the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord, his voice cold as he said, "So, have you figured it out?"
