"Do I look like a clairvoyant, a prophet, or a fortune teller?"
"You fool! Alas!" The old man let out another sigh, this time a deep one. "Do you still remember the young woman we met last time? The one whom I had played chess with?"
"Uh… Oh, yes, I do remember." Li Chang Feng nodded and sat up straight after recalling the image of the beautiful young woman in red.
"She is a person from the Demon Cult, and she was also the one who created chaos during the night of the Immortal Sacrifice Ceremony," the old man said.
"Is that true?!" Li Chang Feng cried out in shock before his expression turned into one of confusion. "And the Demon Cult… Um, just what exactly is this Demon Cult?"
"You…! You really do like to drive me mad!"
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