At least he was trustworthy.
He also knew that once he got involved, the nature of the matter would change, and he would become vulnerable to manipulation.
"Thank you." Song Chengyue suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind and decided to entrust the matter entirely to Jinlan Mountain for resolution.
All he could do was provide all the information he had, then sit and wait.
Exiting the ring of the Seventh Floor, Song Chengyue opened his eyes and looked at the demon on the table.
"Thanks."
"No need to be polite, after all, we'll probably have to deal with each other for many years."
The initial information, the kidnapper's letter, it all came from the demon on the table.
It was only later, when he found his daughter also missing, that the nature of things changed.
Song Chengyue's face was somber, and his eyes were filled with a murderous glint.
He was willing to sacrifice his life to protect his last lineage.
This last son and daughter were his final weak spot.
