"Five people? An hour?" The powerful demon looked at Fang Zhengzhi then at the rest of the four, moving his fingers as he counted: one, two, three… Then, he looked back at Yun Qingwu. "You really held on for an hour?"
"Yes." Yun Qingwu nodded again.
"Hmm… Very good! You indeed do not need to kneel before me. At least, until I manage to stay for an hour." The powerful demon nodded too and did not doubt Yun Qingwu's words because the expressions of the people around them have ascertained her claim.
"Can you hold on for an hour?" Yun Qingwu asked with the same tone and calm expression as before.
However, the expressions on the other people, including Mu Qingfeng and Mo Shanshi, turned ugly when they heard Yun Qingwu.
After all, what she implied behind her sentence was too obvious.
'Can you hold on for an hour?'
This was a interrogative sentence. Yet when Yun Qingwu said it in this situation, it sounded very provocative.
