Inside the room, the candlelight flickered, casting a silent shadow.
"The matter of the demon hall?"
Qin An gently tapped his fingers on the table, frowning deeply: "What matter with the demon hall?"
He had anticipated that this matter was related to the Celestial Calculation Sect, but he had not expected it to involve the demon hall.
Since the day he slew the Tree Lord, the demon hall had viewed him as a mortal enemy.
The overwhelming hatred from that vague figure still lingered in his mind.
Now that Yang Quanfeng mentioned the demon hall, a cold light flashed in Qin An's eyes, and his interest was immediately piqued.
Yang Quanfeng nodded slightly: "This matter is a long story, deeply connected to the Celestial Calculation Sect. How about letting this girl explain it to you in detail?"
Beside him, Chang Qi trembled with fear, her face pale as paper.
