Wuweizi listened but didn't nod.
He was now worried that Luo Yang might be playing him.
In the past, he thought Luo Yang was an easy-to-deceive young man, but later he realized it was far from the case.
As the saying goes: ginger gets spicier with age.
However, Wuweizi discovered that he himself didn't seem to be spicier than Luo Yang; on several occasions, he almost fell into Luo Yang's traps.
Looking back, Wuweizi had to admit that youth could be fearsome.
"Little brother, I'll be direct with you. You're not an honest kid, and I'm worried…"
He was interrupted by a burst of laughter.
"Elder, let me ask you, what use do I have for the Blood Devil?"
Wuweizi honestly didn't understand why Luo Yang needed the Blood Devil for cultivating Ferocious Power, and he truly felt it was of no use to him.
In the Blood Devil Sect, barely anyone understood Ferocious Power; even if someone had the Blood Devil, it would be difficult to find someone to teach them the technique.
