That identical tone instantly reminded Xu Nan of himself.
"This kid really is suspicious."
He smiled and shook his head as countless obvious clues suddenly flashed through his mind.
Teacher Luo Mang had told him that Council Speaker Ophy had already arranged everything.
And Ophy... wasn't he the one flirting with Song Xiaocheng on WeChat all day? Now it seemed they probably hadn't been flirting at all, but had reached an agreement through some kind of code.
As for why the Council Speaker of Lost Paradise had struck a deal with a mere Curse Sorcerer, Xu Nan had no idea.
Perhaps, from Lost Paradise's perspective, finding a suitable Curse Sorcerer was also very difficult.
Xu Nan finally relaxed completely.
Star Spirit Judgment was still underway. Vast quantities of azure crystals poured down upon the God of Fear, seemingly on the verge of smashing his divine spark apart!
"This really is a father-and-son team going into battle."
Song Xiaocheng sat upon the Throne of Fear and lightly patted it, somehow still in the mood to joke around.
He grinned at Xu Nan.
"Xu Nan, you owe me a favor. Anyone who's ever called me Dad has been screwed over by me."
"Like him."
"You're the only exception."
The God of Fear glared furiously, utterly unable to understand how his Throne of Fear had fallen into someone else's hands!
That was his natal divine artifact.
The Throne of Fear even held the secret of his Bestowal of Divinity. It was his most important trump card.
Under normal circumstances, the Throne of Fear would obey only his commands. Yet today, this bizarre scene had overturned everything he knew!
That sentient chair was actually allowing a lowly mortal to control it!
Without the Throne of Fear, he could only use his own flesh and