At this moment, the Hall Master of Crimson Blood knew full well that all he could do was pretend he knew nothing.
Even though he understood better than anyone why Mr. Wonderful Brush had descended here, he could only feign ignorance.
If the Hall Master of Crimson Blood showed even the slightest abnormality, what awaited him might be boundless wrath.
As his words fell, the entire secret chamber sank into silence.
Mr. Wonderful Brush's originally swaying phantom also settled at this moment.
As if!!
As if time had frozen.
Yet the crushing pressure still remained, leaving the Hall Master of Crimson Blood groaning inwardly without end.
Helpless!!
He could only endure it in silence.
Crack!
Crack!
If one listened carefully, one could hear the Hall Master of Crimson Blood's bones crackling throughout his body.
He had no doubt that if this continued for another dozen breaths or so, even if he did not die, he would be severely wounded.
One had to know!!
This was merely the pressure unleashed by Mr. Wonderful Brush's phantom.
If it had been his true body, the Hall Master of Crimson Blood did not dare imagine how terrifying it would be.
A single thought might cast him into a place of eternal damnation.
After a moment!!
Mr. Wonderful Brush seemingly failed to discern anything unusual from the Hall Master of Crimson Blood's expression.
That pressure vanished!!
Huff! Huff! Huff!
The Hall Master of Crimson Blood collapsed directly onto the ground, gasping for breath in great mouthfuls.
"Lord Miaobi... I... I truly don't know."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wonderful Brush's deep voice rang out once more.
"Crimson Blood, I hope what you said is true—that you truly know nothing about this matter."
"..."
At this point, Mr. Wonderful Brush paused.
Then he lowered his voice.