Azanmu's compromise did not cause even the slightest emotional fluctuation in Xu Fan.
Xu Fan still looked at him with that expressionless face, as if he had never been nervous, as if he might keep silent.
This indifferent demeanor instantly made Azanmu's mood anxious.
"I... I have other things! I! I can tell you everything! Please, don't... don't torture me like this anymore!"
Previously, he considered the rescue method of the Blood Spirit Corpse as a major bargaining chip, but now, under Xu Fan's threats, he suddenly felt that it was a joke!
At this moment, to avoid further pain, he once again upped the stakes with Xu Fan.
He truly couldn't stand it anymore.
"Oh?"
Finally, under Azanmu's pleading gaze, Xu Fan spoke.
Xu Fan slightly lifted his eyelids and looked at Azanmu.
"Speak."
Those simple two words were like a key opening Azanmu's box of words, and he confessed everything to Xu Fan in one breath.
"Information... about the Blood Spirit Corpse is... is all in here."
