"Teacher Fu Ye, we can set out now." A trace of resolve flashed through Mo Fan's eyes.
"So long as the Fiendish Abyss core remains unresolved, the Ancient Capital will never know peace."
Fu Ye nodded slightly. Just as he was about to rise, hurried footsteps sounded behind him, accompanied by Zhu Meng's somewhat troubled voice.
"Lord Fu Ye, please wait a moment!"
Everyone turned to look, only to see Zhu Meng arriving with a group of people. At their head was Fang Gu, the chief of Yangyang Village, who should have been imprisoned.
He was still wearing that bloodstained coarse cloth outfit, but the madness had vanished from his face.
In its place was an unrestrained greed. When his gaze fell in the direction of the Fiendish Abyss, a feverish gleam flashed in his eyes.
No one had expected this madman, who had slaughtered five villages, to be released.
The upper ranks of the Magic Council had discovered that Fang Gu was a descendant of the Ancient King, sharing the same lineage as Zhang Xiaohou.
Under the principle of "putting waste to use," the higher-ups decided to let him atone for his crimes through service. In truth, they were using him as a guinea pig to scout the way. The dangers within the Fiendish Abyss were unknown, and Fang Gu, protected by the Ancient King's bloodline, was undoubtedly the most suitable sacrifice.
"Lord Fu Ye, though Fang Gu's crimes are heinous, considering that he bears the Ancient King's bloodline, he may be able to help us enter the Fiendish Abyss. I ask that you allow him to join the team." Zhu Meng's tone was earnest, though he was clearly helpless about the decision as well.
Fang Gu immediately put on a respectful expression and bowed deeply to Fu Ye.