"Song Yan said, "You should wait to see Fanzi."
...
...
Over half a month later.
Ghost Slaughter Sect.
Celestial Prison.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
"The ancestor just returned. He said you're important to him. Xing'Er tried to save you, which is severe. So... naturally, we must kill her as a warning to others."
"Ancestor? Which ancestor? Zhang Han?"
"Presumptuous! You dare speak the ancestor's name?!"
"Heh... hahahaha... I want to see him." Tang Fan laughed angrily, looking at the indifferent demon cultivator outside the cage, he shouted sternly, "Otherwise, without lifting a finger, I can make your soul scatter!"
The demon cultivator said, "What do you want to do?"
Tang Fan said, "Even though my realm has fallen, and I can't escape. But if I don't want to live anymore, there are still ways to achieve that. Guess, if something happens to me, will the ancestor you speak of skin you and draw your tendons?"
