"You're that kindhearted?" Fu Yan did not believe him. Then he glanced around and burst into laughter. "Old ghost Gu Yi, you certainly think highly of yourself, coming out alone this time. Very good. Apart from a squad of imperial guards, everyone here is a Demonic Path practitioner. If you want to leave here alive, hurry up and tell us the clue honestly, and I won't make things too difficult for you. You are all Demonic Path practitioners. Will you follow my orders?"
Fu Yan directed those last words at the Demonic Path practitioners around him. At the same time, the dozen or so subordinates behind him came up to stand at his back. With that, almost everyone here was a Demonic Path practitioner.
The Demonic Path practitioners who had been there from the start were naturally overjoyed. Gu Yi had killed Zhu He with a single palm strike earlier, leaving them somewhat chilled with fear. Now, Fu Yan was, after all, an expert of the Demonic Path. At least he would not kill them as casually as Gu Yi had. Of course, Demonic Path practitioners were just like those of the Evil Dao: once displeased, they might casually slaughter someone regardless of whether that person belonged to the Demonic Path or the Evil Dao.
"We juniors will naturally obey you, Senior. Just give us your orders," the Demonic Path practitioners said one after another.
"When I say there is none, there is none. Would I lie to you?" Gu Yi said irritably. He had not expected Fu Yan to still refuse to believe him. This was utterly outrageous.
"Is that so?" Fu Yan sneered, then swept his gaze over the Demonic Path practitioners around him.
Some of the quicker-witted ones hastily said, "Senior Fu, Senior Gu is telling the