Feng He's words left both Huang Xiao and Huo Lian momentarily stunned.
"Feng He, are you toying with us?" Huo Lian asked with a frown.
"Making up stories?" Huang Xiao said.
As Huang Xiao saw it, Feng He was very likely putting on this mysterious act because he had little left to rely on, all to negotiate better terms with the two of them.
That possibility was quite high.
After all, he needed to demonstrate the Ancient Battlefield's value to them to tempt Huang Xiao and his patriarch.
"You don't believe me?" Feng He asked. "Then I'll prove it to you."
"Oh? You can prove it?" Huo Lian said, somewhat surprised. "Go ahead, then. I wonder whether you can let us sense that strange aura you mentioned."
"The Supreme Ghost Stele doesn't seem to have much of that aura you described, does it?" Huang Xiao said.
"I can't let you sense that aura," Feng He said.
"Then don't tell me you're going to say that the aura merged with the Supreme Ghost Stele and can no longer be sensed?" Huang Xiao asked again.
"You're right. After the Supreme Ghost Stele absorbed that aura, it vanished without a trace. As I understand it, it must have merged with the Supreme Ghost Stele," Feng He said.
"Old Ghost Feng He, this is a case of no living person to be seen and no corpse to be found-no dead witness to verify your story. What you've said proves nothing. And as for that aura you said resembled your Ghost Dao, I could just as well say it resembled the Demonic Path's aura. Who could prove it?" Huo Lian said flatly.
With no way to sense that aura, whatever was said now rested on Feng He's word alone.
"That's true. I can't prove to