Zheng Tianren's eyebrows and beard were all furrowed together. He couldn't quite believe it. The poisonous insect mechanisms of Evil Spirit Mountain were the most terrifying. The purple and black mist there was poisonous, and once they stuck to the body, even a martial artist above the sixth realm of the Divine Realm would quickly die. How could Ding Fan be unharmed?
"The young master is definitely not dead!"
Zhong Zhiyong nodded firmly but did not explain why.
He was Ding Fan's slave, and because of pride, how could he explain to these people? It was precisely because he was Ding Fan's slave that he was certain Ding Fan was not dead. If Ding Fan were dead, the soul bond in his mind would either die on its own or go berserk, and Zhong Zhiyong might have died a long time ago.
