Inside a dark cave, two people sat facing each other. One was full of pressure, eyes fierce like an official interrogating a criminal, while the other had his hands tied, his face full of despair, like a prisoner who had committed a heinous crime.
It was Xu Fan and Wu He.
"Name?"
"Wu He."
"Gender?"
"Male."
"Ethnicity?"
"Uh..." Wu He was a bit dazed.
"Hmm?" Xu Fan's eyes widened in anger, his gaze sharp as a sword directed straight at Wu He.
Wu He was about to cry. Even though he was a peak Immortal Monarch, his status high in the higher realms, shouldn't Xu Fan at least give him some face, even if Xu Fan was strong?
Does Xu Fan not want me, Wu He, to refine Elixirs for him? Forcing something doesn't sweeten it!
Moreover, the questions he asked had nothing to do with him, such as name and gender.
