Ning Fan smiled bitterly in his heart. How could he dare to blame Quasi-Saint Xiang Mingzi?
In fact, being suddenly called by a Quasi-Saint, the one who should feel nervous, was Ning Fan himself.
"Young friend, there's no need to worry. I mean no harm, I just want to exchange some cultivation insights with you, that's all. If you are unwilling, you may leave, and I shall not stop you."
Xiang Mingzi smiled slightly, yet his expression was somewhat melancholy.
As he looked more closely at Ning Fan, Nan Mingzi felt even more that Ning Fan carried an aura strikingly similar to Senluo.
The same standing in the bloody mist, the same heart full of emotions, the same Demon Lord with persistent beliefs...
Others might not see through much of Ning Fan's true nature, but Xiang Mingzi could vaguely tell that Ning Fan was a demon cultivator.
Ning Fan pondered rapidly, mulling over Xiang Mingzi's words.
