Jin Sanyin was slightly stunned. Demons and monsters, was he talking about him?
However, Ling Han did not give him any pointers, so it was naturally impossible for him to admit it himself.
"Although Chen Fengyan is extraordinary, there is no lack of elites in the Demon Race. There is definitely someone who can fight against Chen Fengyan," he said. He did not think highly of Chen Fengyan.
Ling Han chuckled. Previously, this old man had always been advocating the power of the Demon Race. It seemed that it had already penetrated deep into his bones, and he could not help but become servile.
"I still trust His Majesty very much. A mere Demon Race is nothing."
Jin Sanyin stared at Ling Han. After a long while, he said, "Young friend, once you make a decision, then after you are sent into the Demon Race, it will be impossible for me to save you again."
"I made my own decision, so I naturally won't regret it," Ling Han said.