Feng Fuce opened a pair of serene, cold eyes, beneath the dense long lashes was a pair of cold pupils emitting a dark red glow.
"No rush, the matter of the Raging Flame Lamp can be postponed for now." He moved slightly, and the ice cubes in the wooden bucket followed with a crisp sound.
Lu Wang was startled.
The Demon Lord had finally placed him in the nine layered heaven, yet he was still not making a move?!
"But Lord Demon, I..."
Lu Wang didn't even finish his sentence before Feng Fuce interrupted him.
"Lu Wang, tell me, if I confess my identity to someone, would she flee in terror, or accept it?"
This time, Lu Wang's open mouth didn't close; he was completely stunned.
His handsome dark face was filled with disbelief.
"To whom does Lord Demon want to confess his identity?!"
"A little girl." Feng Fuce finished speaking, let out a sneer, and added, "A mortal so weak she couldn't be feebler."
The cold black eyes of Lu Wang were filled with shock.
Mortal!?
