Having confirmed Lin Haifeng's true identity, all the actors are in place, and at this moment, the Demigod feels himself standing at the pinnacle of his life, standing on the far side of the camera, a glint in his eyes.
This glint sweeps across Lin Haifeng and Fang Yuqiong, this grandfather-grandson duo, bringing them undisguised malice.
"So, go ahead."
The Demigod said thus, immediately followed by the three Soul Puppets stepping forward in unison.
Oppression was self-evident—should Fang Yuqiong make the "wrong" choice, the three executioners would mercilessly unleash all attacks upon them, and in this confined space, Lin Haifeng and Fang Yuqiong truly have nowhere to escape!
But... one must always give young people more opportunities, shouldn't one?
The Demigod thought this way, watching Fang Yuqiong's trembling right hand holding the saber, seemingly unable to muster the will, the Demigod neither urged nor forced—just silently waited.
