There was a sharpness in Han Ziye's words.
When Monarch Yulong spoke, Satan frowned deeply, and his eyes, dark as ink, fixed firmly on Han Ziye, evidently pondering the credibility of what was said.
Han Ziye wasn't in a hurry. He just silently gazed at Satan with his dark eyes.
After a moment of silence, Satan suddenly laughed.
He spoke to Han Ziye, "Han Ziye, we are not on the same path, so there's no need for you to try and utilize me. Since you've managed to find me, you probably also have a grasp on Yan Shu's whereabouts. If you put in a bit more effort, shouldn't you be able to force Yan Shu out? I'm not interested in making any exchange with you."
"If I want something, I'll find a way to get it myself. There's no need to waste time on me, and I won't easily walk into your trap."
The Western Demon God Satan spoke very bluntly.
Han Ziye was somewhat taken aback by Satan's swift rejection. He looked at Satan in surprise, but soon, Han Ziye smiled.
