The desolate and barren ancient star had not the slightest breath of life.
In a certain valley, bursts of firelight rose, and Ye Fan, Tongtong, Bai Yan wolf, Peacock, and the rebellious Dragon sat around it.
The rebellious Dragon continually spewed golden divine fire, roasting strings of golden, oily meat jerky over it.
This was the jerky from that unfortunate Heavenly Centipede, very tender, exuding threads of Essence Qi.
Beside them were jars of fine wine, its fragrance spreading far into the night, as they ate meat in large bites and drank wine from large bowls.
In response to Divine Lady Tongtong's questioning, Ye Fan only said he was not from the Demon Clan, offering no further explanation.
"I believe you!"
Looking into Ye Fan's sincere and candid eyes, Divine Lady Tongtong chose to believe him.
Perhaps not wanting to tarnish the image of Ye Fan in her heart, Tongtong asked no more questions.
"The current situation is very unfavorable for you!"
