"Hmm? You don't want to be a traitor to your building?" Sword Saint threatened.
Chen Bing was genuinely afraid of the strange old man. He swallowed and said, "Building Lord, you've got a keen eye. Shadow Prison Building has fragments of ancient history. Whoever's behind the Blood Mist catastrophe might be hiding there. There must be a huge secret inside!"
Sword Saint was unimpressed. It was just bait, like a kidnap victim claiming his father was filthy rich.
"Being a traitor is only a secondary task. Your main job is to spread fear in Shadow Prison Building... I'll recruit you as a Demon King Apostle right now and grant you the power to cross between illusion and reality, as well as immortality," Xu Lang said with a faint smile.
"Thank you so much! I'll be your most loyal subordinate!" Chen Bing didn't believe a word of it, but his face lit up with wild delight, as if he were about to receive an immortal's blessing and gain eternal life.
"You're not thinking Shadow Prison Building has more power than I do, and that you'll tell them everything the moment you get back to see if they can help you, are you?" Xu Lang asked.
Sweat broke out on Chen Bing's forehead.
How does he even know what I'm thinking?
"If you're really that ungrateful, I'll have Sword Saint cut you down in your dreams for a thousand years," Xu Lang said with a smile.
"Understood!" Chen Bing lowered his head in assent. He didn't deny his disrespectful thoughts, acting like an old hand at office politics.
"Come into the dream with me. Afterward, Sword Saint will teach you how to use the power of a Demon King Apostle!"
In the Dream Court, Sword Saint watched Chen Bing's figure slowly