"The intelligence you mentioned wouldn't happen to be the Time-Space Gemstone in the hands of the Hell Monarch, would it?" Wang Lan asked with a casual smile.
But instantly, Wang Lan saw the faces of the group change drastically. The woman's face, in particular, turned ashen white. Wang Lan's eyebrows furrowed slightly. No way? Just that?
The woman took a slow step backward, assuming a defensive posture toward Wang Lan.
"Where might the Hell Monarch be?"
"Where is the Time-Space Gemstone hidden?"
Watching the silent group, Wang Lan chuckled. "Just one sentence about the Time-Space Gemstone being in the Hell Monarch's hands, and you want to trade that for your lives? Haven't you been drinking? How could you be so muddled?"
"Wang Lan, I know you're formidable, but in Jade Country, there is a saying: 'A scholar can be killed, but not insulted.'"
