Ye Fan had a bad premonition. He suddenly turned around and said respectfully, "My Lord!"
"What are you doing?" Jingnan Divine General came to his side, his gaze fixed on him.
"Reporting to the leader," Ye Fan said calmly. "I'm just stepping outside for some fresh air. The Evil Qi in here is too thick. Besides, we're short-handed with the slaves inside. I'll go to the prison and bring another batch to help."
Jingnan Divine General didn't respond to the excuse. Instead, he said, "An expert at the Third Level of the Nirvana Realm holds a significant position here, yet I've never seen you before."
"My Lord is incredibly busy. How could you possibly remember a nobody like me?" Ye Fan replied, remaining calm. He knew that panicking now would surely lead to disaster.
Jingnan Divine General suddenly sneered. "Do you really take me for an idiot? Boy, if I weren't so meticulous, I might have actually been fooled by you. Die!" With that, he shot a palm strike at Ye Fan.
