"Right now!?"
Zhang Fan stared intently at his phone screen, looking at the reply from [Thousand-Year-Old Demon], his expression instantly shifting to something strange.
"Are you joking?" Zhang Fan hurriedly sent a message back.
However, the other party fell silent again.
"How are we supposed to meet right now? Where are you?" Zhang Fan thought for a moment, then rephrased his question.
"If you have the intent, I shall descend!"
Just then, words flashed across the screen—eight bold characters popped up in [Thousand-Year-Old Demon]'s chat window.
Bzzzz…
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan's whole body trembled, his phone slipped out of his hand, his eyes half-shut half-open, as if he were a statue of god or Buddha in a temple, his eyelids lowered, leaving only a sliver of sight.
"This is..."
Light and shadow flickered before his eyes, vanishing and returning again.
"Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery!?"
