The moment those words fell.
Everyone present felt their hearts shudder.
Zhang Hu's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly roared, "Shut up! That's slander! How could our Demon Dragon Palace possibly have ties to the Demonfall Organization!?"
"Don't panic. I'm only guessing." Seeing how flustered Zhang Hu was, Ling Zhan merely smiled faintly.
"But that no longer matters. Hand over that dragon scale. I can sense it—it's on you."
Zhang Hu said in a low voice, "If I hand over the dragon scale, will you spare my life?"
"Of course." Ling Zhan nodded with a smile.
Adolphus and Anseli, standing nearby, opened their mouths as if they wanted to say something, but in the end, they remained silent.
What they had wanted to say was that Zhang Hu should not be spared.
But since Ling Zhan had said so himself, they would see how he handled it.
"You said it! A gentleman's word cannot be chased down even by four galloping horses!"
Zhang Hu said gravely.
"Naturally." Ling Zhan nodded with a beaming smile.
"Here, this is the dragon scale. Catch it!" Zhang Hu decisively pulled the dragon scale from his robes and threw it to Ling Zhan.
Although he understood that this dragon scale was definitely no ordinary object, and was very likely connected to the final great treasury of the Spirit Cache, now was clearly not the time to care about such things.
The most urgent matter was staying alive!
Only by preserving his life would he have a chance to take revenge later.
After receiving the dragon scale, Ling Zhan inspected it carefully and discovered that it was indeed the item of fortune from this place. It emitted profoundly mysterious ripples, along with a faint draconic might.
"You can undo the spirit array and let me out now,