Berlia felt the ceaseless power surging from within her body. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, revealing a mysterious smile. "Master, the Demon God Church's contact within Purple Lily Academy is also an acquaintance of yours."
Yang Feng asked curiously, "Who?"
Berlia uttered a name Yang Feng knew very well from between her cherry lips, her gaze fixed tightly upon him. "Daliya."
Yang Feng thought for a moment, then said as coldly as if speaking of a stranger, "It's her."
Berlia was ice-snow clever. From Yang Feng's reaction, she immediately guessed the truth. "Sure enough, he isn't George. Or rather, he is no longer the original George. I wonder which Demon God he truly is!"
Yang Feng gave Berlia a slightly approving glance. "Have her come see me! No, take me to see her instead. You should know where her nest is, right?"
Berlia revealed a perfect lady's smile. "Yes, Master. I shall take you to see her at once."
Deep within the dense forest at the back of Purple Lily Academy stood an exquisite three-story villa. Black crows perched among the trees on either side of the villa, letting out piercing cries.
Thick fog continually spread out from the exquisite villa, completely obscuring the road leading toward it.
Yang Feng and Berlia approached from afar and stopped before the fog. The gunman who had luckily survived followed behind the two of them.
Berlia pointed at the fog. "Daliya is inside! Without contacting her beforehand, it is impossible to get in. This stretch of road is only a hundred meters long, yet several of my subordinates have gotten lost in this fog."
"Trifling tricks."
Yang Feng smiled faintly. The instant his words fell, the strange fog collapsed and vanished, revealing the road leading to the villa.
A petty method