Meng Zifei, whose mind was incredibly sharp, combined with the recent events at Kongcang Mountain, how could he fail to discern the hidden meanings in this person's words?
His expression immediately turned extremely unsightly, his face contorted with rage as he said, "Dismiss the thoughts in your mind!"
"Hahaha."
The man in the purple robe let out a hearty laugh that did not match his fierce ghost mask at all, "The Six Rivers of the Demon World are the ultimate power that everyone dreams of. Even Wen Yu, who hailed from the Taixuan Sect, coveted them endlessly. Young Master Meng has done well in saving face, adopting an attitude as if he fears it might not be enough. But what you truly think in your heart, only you know."
With that, the man slowly raised his arm, his clearly articulated index finger seemingly casually pointing out, but it was directly aimed at Meng Zifei's heart.
