A private room in a tea house
Yan Wenhua and Shi Yu suddenly felt a chill rise within their bodies and immediately realized something was wrong.
But by then, they could no longer move.
Zhou Hao and Murong slowly appeared before them.
Murong scrutinized the two of them, settling her gaze on Shi Yu as she said indifferently, "This is the Divine Emperor the crystal mentioned."
Upon hearing that, Zhou Hao raised an eyebrow in surprise. In other words, these two were very likely middle- or upper-ranking members of the Rare Beast Pavilion.
"What do you want?" Shi Yu asked in a deep voice.
His expression was grave. There was no helping it—the other side had subdued them in an instant. The gap in strength was far too obvious.
They had most likely encountered Divine Venerable experts, perhaps not even ordinary Divine Venerable experts.
Hearing this, Zhou Hao chuckled and looked at him as he slowly said, "I want to ask you a few questions."
Without wasting any more words, he went straight to the point. "You're from the Rare Beast Pavilion, aren't you?"
Yan Wenhua and Shi Yu were both stunned.
After thinking it over, Yan Wenhua looked at Zhou Hao and replied, "If I say yes, what will you do?"
"No need to be nervous." Zhou Hao waved his hand with a light laugh and continued, "It's nothing serious. Your Rare Beast Pavilion provoked me, and I merely want to settle accounts with your leaders."
His gaze sharpened, and his tone abruptly changed as he asked solemnly, "You should know who your leaders are, right?"
Yan Wenhua appeared deep in thought, then suddenly laughed and curled his lip. "I don't think you'll let us go. So why should we tell you?"
"Mm, that's right." Zhou Hao nodded very