The Ghost King’s giant ghost face was made up of black mist and skulls. As the skulls moved around, they resembled a burning fire. When he heard Zu An’s explanation, he clearly stopped for a moment. Then, he said in an eerie voice, “Youngster, you seem careless on the surface, but you are actually quite cunning.”

Meanwhile, Zhao Han nodded in deep sympathy. Originally, he had considered Zu An no different from an ant. However, this brat really had come up with all sorts of annoyances and even put him somewhat on guard.

Zu An continued, “Also, when I encountered Zhao Han, whether it was Jing Teng or Honglei, both of them were incredibly nervous. Normally, with Wei Suo’s nature, he should have been shaking all over, yet you weren’t. I could sense calm hidden within the depths of your expression.”

Now, the others really felt admiration for him. After all, in that life-and-death situation, he actually still had room to observe the one in the corner who didn’t have much of a presence at all!

Zu An looked at Wei Suo, who was lying on the ground under the giant ghost...