“You are most right, Mad Lord.”0

Fang Zhiyong’s voice boomed as the space in that direction suddenly rippled like water and took the form of a door.0

The door was an ordinary, crude-looking wooden door one could find in any household in the mountains. It flung outward, and Fang Zhiyong and Fang Ruliu stepped out into the open.0

All Is Well Forest did not forbid the use of martial arts, Magia, and secret arts, but that was only if the practitioner did not harbor any malice or competitive intent. Moreover, the ability must not damage even a single blade of grass of the All Is Well Forest.0

After Fang Zhiyong exited the wooden door, he came to a stop ten meters away from Ye Qing. As for Fang Ruliu, he stood three steps behind Fang Zhiyong with his head bowed slightly. He did not leak a hint of aura and looked every bit the image of an ordinary old servant.0

Ye Qing’s senses were warning him of grave danger, however. He had no doubt that the ordinary-looking old servant was...0