"Did you explain everything to the little girl?"
Within the Undead Demiplane, Huo Yuhao toyed with a piece of Rare Metal in his hand as he looked at Na Na, who had come over to report on the situation.
Na Na was now completely convinced by Huo Yuhao's arrangements. Seeing those Soul Tools and Rare Metals whose value could scarcely be measured in numbers, her admiration for Huo Yuhao rose to another level.
"It's all explained. With Old Qian, Spirit Hall's High Priest, vouching for us, even though she's in the Undead Demiplane, that little girl acts like she's found someone to lean on. She's clinging to Old Qian and refusing to leave, following him around like a little tail."
Na Na said with a smile.
Of course, compared to Ye Guyi, Supervisor Chen An was the truly bewildered one.
He had thought he already understood Huo Yuhao quite well and had sincerely wanted to settle down and work steadily under him. But what had happened in these few short minutes had truly tested Chen An's nerve.
He still had not figured out what was going on.
Then Huo Yuhao had called him over from among a group of Evil Soul Master Elders and dragged him straight into the Undead Demiplane.
Chen An stared around at everything in shock. He looked at Ye Guyi, who should have been dead without a ripple yet was now completely unharmed, excitedly trailing behind an elderly man in gray robes. No matter what the old man said, the girl nodded incessantly like a chicken pecking at grain.
Chen An's mouth hung open, but even after several attempts, he could not get a word out.
At this moment, Chen An looked utterly awkward. He no longer resembled a seasoned old hand who had spent years