White Emperor City of Ten Thousand Monsters

"Fairy Yun Luo, you are most thoughtful, but Yuan has no taste for this sort of spirit wine. You should enjoy this jar yourself. I still have many things to prepare, so I'll take my leave first." Yuan Ming cut her off, found an excuse to end the communication, and frowned.

Who knew whether Fairy Yun Luo was too full of herself or truly missing a screw? They were still wanted criminals, with hiding being their utmost priority, yet she actually had the mood to attend some Myriad Flowers Gathering.

He shook his head and stopped dwelling on Fairy Yun Luo, turning instead to Su Yingxue's proposed exchange.

Although he had learned quite a bit about the Three Realms Cult from Fairy Yun Luo, he still could not judge whether Su Yingxue's information was true, much less the meaning hidden behind it.

This woman was imprisoned in the Void Prison and was highly valued there. It was only natural that she might occasionally learn some news about the demon realm.

If that information meant only what it appeared to mean on the surface, then he could more or less understand Su Yingxue's intentions.

It was not that she did not wish to escape. Rather, compared to that, sending the news that the Three Realms Cult had chosen a cult leader back to the Chuyun Realm was more important.

At that thought, Yuan Ming could not help viewing Su Yingxue more highly, feeling a measure of admiration and respect.

Having made up his mind, Yuan Ming no longer hesitated. He activated the Grand Void Communication Array once more. Blood flames swayed within the array, and another face quickly appeared—it was Wulu.

"Ha ha, Brother Yuan, what brings you to contact me today? Don't tell me you missed me!" Wulu laughed as