"Nonsense!"
The Heavenly Patrol.
Hearing Yang Huai'an's report, Zhu Ming slammed his palm down and shattered the table in front of him.
"You only met that brat called Ye Guichen for the first time, and you just swallow everything he says? He even claimed Situ Jingtian is still alive—such absurd drivel, and you, a Silver Bell, actually believe it?"
With a look of hating iron for not becoming steel, Zhu Ming pointed at Yang Huai'an and cursed, "You really have gone muddle‑headed. You're clearly a Foundation Establishment expert yourself, yet you insist on believing that kid's one‑sided story. Tell me this: if he's connected to the Demon Clan and deliberately lured you in, what then?"
Yang Huai'an had never imagined that just by briefly recounting what had happened in the dry well, Zhu Ming would react this strongly.
