The Eighteenth Level of Hell
Although Xu Yi and his companions had already confirmed that the person before them, Feng Qingyang, was genuine, they still unconsciously tested him a few times.
Finally, Xu Yi took out the Spirit Demon Pearl and, after confirming that there was no demonic energy on Feng Qingyang, the three of them explained the situation to him and cleared Xiao Qi’s name.
Feng Qingyang was dumbfounded upon hearing this.
“I knew Xiao Qi wouldn’t suddenly attack me. Turns out he was an imposter!”
“Well, luckily you reacted quickly and dodged. I wonder if the others were as fortunate as you.”
“Hey, Xu Yi, that’s not fair,”
Feng Qingyang protested, refusing to accept it.
“This wasn’t luck, it was skill!”
“Of course, of course,” Xu Yi replied absentmindedly, urging him to move forward quickly as she was becoming impatient.
Feng Qingyang also felt uncomfortable at this point; this place was incredibly cold.
He exhaled two breaths of cold air and quickly stood beside Xiong Zhuangzhuang,