"Yes!" Zhang Xiaofan said firmly, looking at Wild Dog Daoist. Then, as if he had thought of something, he added, "But I don't recommend you go down!"
Wild Dog Daoist's eyes widened. He stared at Zhang Xiaofan in terror. When Zhang Xiaofan turned his gaze away from him, Wild Dog Daoist no longer felt wary of him. Instead, he felt a deep, bone-chilling fear.
The Zhang Xiaofan he saw now seemed to be hidden in a dense darkness. No—that darkness was Zhang Xiaofan himself!
Qi Hao curiously watched Wild Dog Daoist, who had suddenly begun sweating profusely. He stood frozen in place, staring at Zhang Xiaofan in terror.
In trembling fear, Wild Dog Daoist scrambled away in a panic, using both hands and feet.
Though Qi Hao was curious, he didn't bother with an outsider, especially one from the Demon Sect. He continued chatting with his junior brothers.
At some point during their conversation, a flash of insight passed through Qi Hao's mind, and he seized upon it.
Remembering the conversation between Wild Dog Daoist and Zhang Xiaofan, as well as the way Wild Dog Daoist had fled in panic, Qi Hao's eyes widened in disbelief. He abruptly turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan.
If—if his guess was right, then this seemingly plain and simple young man before him was truly terrifying!
Qi Hao had been waiting for the right moment. When he finally found himself alone with Zhang Xiaofan, he hesitated, then asked the question that had been troubling him.
"You told Nian Laoda and the others that they could descend into Death Spirit Abyss, giving them hope of finding treasure! Junior Brother Zhang, tell me—did you do that on purpose?" Qi Hao looked into Zhang Xiaofan's eyes, waiting for his answer.
Zhang Xiaofan looked at Qi Hao in