"Zhou Lingzhe, please come this way."
After a sigh of relief, Hou Caixuan spoke respectfully.
Zhou Yan nodded his head but did not immediately leave. Instead, his gaze remained gravely fixed on the people below as he solemnly said, "I'll say this again, I, Zhou Yan, am none other than Zhou Yan himself, not anyone's puppet or Ding Furnace. I swear on the brand of my lifebound soul, not a single word is false! Having said this, does anyone believe me?"
Zhou Yan looked around the circle of people, even Hou Caixuan did not step forward at this time.
Not a single person stepped forward, nor did anyone meet Zhou Yan's gaze.
Clearly, no one believed him.
"Well then, I've got my answer. Let's go."
Zhou Yan muttered to himself, and in that moment, it seemed as if he had made a significant decision.
He turned to leave but his subconscious sensing power lingered for that instant.
