Fang Xingjian nodded in agreement to what Luo Haonan said about the 13 demonic gods.
For one, these matters were too far away from them, and it was said in the legends that these demonic gods' powers were too majestic. There was no way that Fang Xingjian and the others would be able to change what the demonic gods wanted to do.
Secondly, the difference between theirs and Luo Haonan's levels was far too great. Therefore, the information he shared was merely from one point of view, and the accuracy might be questionable, even being at less than 50%.
Other than sharing secrets, chatting about miscellaneous stuff and of how different their worlds were, Fang Xingjian also enjoyed talking about all sorts of knowledge about the microscopic realm.
Fang Xingjian raised his hand, and a hint of sword light rose from his fingertip. At the next moment, the sword light dissipated and countless light spots rose up, condensing into a small silver sword in void space.
