"How could I possibly be a Demon Envoy? Look, this is Wang Ruohai's head, and that strange skin suit on him has succumbed under my blade."
Li Jianfeng was holding a bloody and mangled head as well as a flimsy skin bag in his hand.
A part of the skin bag drooped, vaguely revealing Wang Ruohai's features.
"Friend Li should have said this earlier, I was baselessly suspecting, almost defaming you."
"As for the code phrase, the truth is that there is no code. If you had actually said one, that would have been suspicious."
Lu Xuan put away the silver-white blade in his hand, laughing as he spoke.
"Friend Lu is truly clever."
The centipede-shaped scar on Li Jianfeng's face twitched uncontrollably.
Both of them set aside their doubts and concerns and got closer.
When they were less than three feet apart, Lu Xuan subtly flicked his right hand.