Faced with this unforeseen turn of events, Yi Feng frowned deeply, scratching the back of his head in bewilderment. He simply could not figure out where things had gone wrong.
Seeing his puzzled expression,
the two men seemed to gradually come back to their senses. They nodded repeatedly in praise and explained everything at once.
"Not bad. You are very impressive."
"To be honest, those two Envoys of Fate were Devil Race members in disguise. The fact that you were able to kill them proves that your cultivation is far from ordinary. You have already surpassed the level of common Mortal Stars and are truly a rare talent."
"In a resource-starved Mortal Star, it is no easy feat to possess such strength. Your talent is truly extraordinary!"
Another round of wild praise followed.
Only then did Yi Feng understand. By sheer accident, he had actually killed devils.
A deadly crisis had turned into merit in the blink of an eye?
What the hell was this?!
The hope in his heart fell through once more. It was clearly a good thing, yet Yi Feng was like a mute swallowing bitter coptis—he had suffering he could not voice. His old face stretched long with depression.
He had finally encountered people from a subsidiary star. Even if the odds of success were not high, he could not let this chance to seek death slip away!
The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became.
Yi Feng hurriedly changed his story and confessed his "evil deeds."
"Uh..."
"My killing those Devil Race members was purely an accident."
"Actually, I am not Lan Star's Star Lord. I even broke the token. The real Star Lord was already killed by me!"
Since they were the Star Lord's superiors, surely they would get angry after