Mudan stared blankly at Zhang Yang and Gudoer, unable to say a word.
She was merely a witch at the Demon Pill Realm. To cultivate the Demon Dao, she had even sold her body.
Of course, this was the Demon Realm. Such things were perfectly normal here.
Yet this strange man before her was discussing matters like the Demon King Realm and Demon Emperor Realm...
This was simply a tale from the Arabian Nights!
It felt like a dream.
Slap!
Mudan raised her hand and fiercely slapped herself across the face. It hurt.
So she was not dreaming!
"Is some senior playing a joke on me? Is this an illusion?" Mudan dropped to her knees with a thud. "I beg you, Senior, please spare this little woman. Do not make things difficult for me."
She was now worried that she had entered an Illusion Demon's illusion realm.
"You're very lucid!" Zhang Yang reminded her helplessly. "If you cannot even trust your own true heart, your road ahead will likely be difficult.
Besides, whether this is a dream or an illusion,
you only need to follow your true heart in answering and acting."
Mudan sat kneeling on the ground, deep in thought.
She was merely an ordinary witch. Relying on herself to cultivate, even breaking through to the next realm would be difficult.
Yet now, she had hope of seeing the Dao Realm... even the Demon King and Demon Emperor realms.
Her body trembled, and madness gradually filled her eyes.
After a long while, she prostrated herself fully on the ground. "I am willing to give everything I have to you, Young Master. I am willing to obey all of your orders!"
She had already gone all in once at the entrance. Clearly, she had courage.
This time, she was simply