"Lord Yan Zhen? Is it the Lord Yan Zhen of the Plague Department?"
Zhou Bai inwardly mused, "If it's the Lord Yan Zhen from the Plague Department, wouldn't that mean he is Yan Shan's father?"
Thinking of his partners Yan Shan, Yan Hai, and Yan Yan, Zhou Bai's eyes lit up.
He sighed to himself, "It looks like it's a case of the sheep-like father and son, an entire family of leeks. I must take good care of you all."
Just as Zhou Bai was confirming the other's identity, the figure of Lord Yan Zhen before him pondered, "When did the Heavenly Demon King tell you these things?"
Zhou Bai replied, "Three months ago, those Heavenly Demons came to me with other mutants, saying they wanted my help to attack West Mountain City."
This time, Zhou Bai did not receive any notifications about Lord Yan Zhen's wisdom decreasing, and he frowned incessantly, "No good? Doesn't believe me? Did I slip up somewhere?"
