Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows, suspiciously sizing up the Sorceress.
"How do you know?"
He found it strange why the Sorceress had come to the Underworld.
This woman hadn't done many good deeds indeed.
The Sorceress hesitated, her alluring face turning somber: "I was caught by the Asura's Holy Son again."
What?
A shiver ran down Jiang Fan's spine.
Asura's Holy Son.
This name, having vanished for so long, once it emerged into his mind again, still brought intense unrest.
It's not that he's exceptionally powerful.
But his ambition is enormous, and he's adept at planning!
To use the "Prison Suppressing Soul Scripture" to redeem dead spirits and gain merit.
He spent hundreds of years inciting a war between the Central Earth and the Hell Realm, almost leading to the destruction of Central Earth.
This kind of person who would sacrifice living beings for personal power, Jiang Fan has every reason to be extremely wary!
"He's also in the World of Darkness?"
