At this moment, a soft voice echoed leisurely within the vast hall.
Under the gaze of stunned eyes, Zhang Fan slowly stepped out.
"Young man, you are certainly enough to be enduring, watching for quite a while from the side." Meng Qingtong stared at Zhang Fan, saying coldly.
Earlier, although he was engaged in magical combat with the Liu Brothers and He Ningyan, most of his attention was focused on Zhang Fan.
Because among these people, only Zhang Fan saw through his tricks.
Yet this young man was too reserved, even with so many people taking the initiative to act, testing the real and the false for him, he still endured without making a move, even when several times deliberately exposing vulnerabilities failed to lure him.
Such a mindset sends chills down one's spine.
"Do you not care about their lives or deaths?" Meng Qingtong sneered.
"Daoist Natural Law, there is neither good nor evil. Saving them is Dao, not saving them is also Dao..."
