Wei Zhenfang's question did not attract much attention.
Zhongli Meng slowly looked back, thinking there had been some unexpected turn.
But when she heard the question clearly, her face too filled with helplessness.
Before ten thousand devil corpses, what use could that ring possibly have?
This old man had been willing to help regardless of the consequences. She would remember such righteousness and kindness for the rest of her life, but things had come to this—fate could not be changed.
Wei Zhenfang was still speaking with a smile, his expression calm and composed.
"Miss Zhongli need not worry. A mere ten thousand devil corpses are not worth mentioning! Take out the things inside the ring, and the answer will reveal itself!"
A mere ten thousand?
Not worth mentioning?!
The disciples at the edge of the arena finally turned their attention over, their mouths twitching at what they heard!
Elder Wei sure had a big mouth. How could he spout such nonsense?
Fu Haotian's smile deepened, and he nearly doubled over with laughter.
"Not worth mentioning? Then why don't you show this young master exactly how not worth mentioning they are? Hahaha!"
Listening to that piercing laughter, Zhongli Meng clenched her delicate fists.
Then, seeing Wei Zhenfang's composed face, as though he truly had something up his sleeve, she decided to give it a try and took out the ring as he had said.
The moment her divine sense swept through it, Zhongli Meng's pupils suddenly trembled!
Her entire body froze where she stood, as though she had been struck by lightning.
"This...!"
"Th-this, this..."
Her voice shook as she could not believe what lay before her. Only after pinching herself hard did the intense pain make her realize she was not dreaming.
When she raised her eyes in shock, she