"Of course I understand!"

Ye Fan nodded and finally showed a little sympathy for the mysterious pavilion master.

It's indeed sympathy.

Just like himself, he used a series of honorable positions such as the three-type Wuhou, the Beast King, the Holy Spirit High Priest, etc., but he was still just a Wuhou.

As the leader of the Beast Emperor Pavilion, the largest power in the ancient land of the ancestor god, Gu Xinyue, and the lord of the Yin Emperor City, has countless wealth and a huge number of subordinates. But she is only the cultivation level of Marquis Wu, which is also a very sad thing.

In any aspect, Wu Hou's strength and prestige are not enough to command King Wu, let alone a group of King Wu.

As a Marquis of Wu, Gu Xinyue could only hide behind this mask, which may not be happiness.

"This secret is known to the ancient land of the ancestral god, only Hua Yuan and Jian Hongyu. I only trust the two seniors of them. In addition, you are the third person to know about this. Elder Ye, I trust you enough, sincerely enough!"

The moon in the valley says in a quiet and quiet way.

If it were someone else, she would never dare to do this, so as not to be captured by others as a threat. But Ye Fan, the legendary Holy Spirit High Priest from Canglan Kingdom, is obviously an exception, and she is not worried about what he will do to him. With Ye Fan's vision, he is afraid he will not look down on the Beast Emperor Pavilion.

It is precisely because of this that she instinctively felt that Ye Fan could not really use it for her.

"I would rather not know. Why should the Pavilion Master take off the mask?!"

Ye Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

He didn't have that much curiosity, and he didn't want to know about the cultivation level of the Beast Emperor Pavilion Pavilion, nor did he want to cause trouble for himself.
Chapter completed!