Here, he was no longer the charred, broken figure, but presented a completely different appearance.
Seeing Fang Cheng's slightly surprised eyes, the Daoist-looking "Chen Hongye" smiled faintly and explained:
"I forgot to introduce myself, my Daoist name is 'Xuan Zhen', my secular name isn't worth mentioning, as it's been nothing but smoke over the past one hundred and twenty-four years."
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng nodded and said directly:
"Now that we're inside, can we say the person's name?"
"No rush."
Xuan Zhen's face, however, showed a mysterious and profound smile.
"Mr. Fang, how do you think my Secret Realm is built?"
As soon as the words fell, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.
Before Fang Cheng could reply, the blood-red spells on the walls suddenly shone brightly.
Countless thick iron chains shot out like venomous snakes from the walls and floor around, rushing straight at him with a fierce sound.
