Got him!
Seeing the anxious and eager expressions on Zi Luo and the other Immortals' faces, Xu Fan felt a surge of joy in his heart, but outwardly he wore a look of grievance.
"What kind of existence is the Immortal Monarch? Upon laying eyes on you, I was already captivated by your elegance. The disrespect I showed earlier was entirely because I was coerced by this scoundrel. My Realm's strength was no match, and I had no choice but to comply..."
"Enough with the nonsense!" Xu Fan hadn't finished speaking before Zi Luo rudely interrupted him. "I asked you about the Divine Artifact, why are you rambling?"
There was no such Divine Artifact; it was all a figment of Xu Fan's imagination. But seeing Zi Luo's demeanor, Xu Fan couldn't help but doubt himself. Could there really be a Divine Artifact in a low-rank plane? Zi Luo's anxiety—did he know something?
