บท 881: One Bowl of Porridge

"No."

Qian Jiyun only replied with a word.

Lord Bai Ze did want to run, but unfortunately, he was heading straight toward the King of Hell. No one could stop him.

"That's good. Is the secret art they're talking about real? Did Lord Bai Ze really obtain it?" Fu Ming asked again.

Everyone wanted to obtain the secret art. Even he would have wanted a piece of the pie if he had not known the secret art was bad.

It could even implicate the entire camp's guardians. It was better not to have something like that.

"It's just speculation. Don't take it seriously," Qian Jiyun said, looking down.

"That's right. How can there be so many secret arts? It's definitely not real. However, I don't know why he caught so many demonic beast cubs. We must capture him and interrogate him," Fu Ming replied to Qian Jiyun.

An Zhiyi's gaze shifted from Qian Jiyun to Fu Ming.