The next day, just as yiesuke was trying to continue to portray the elemental war patterns for Zhu, the door of the cell was opened, and in came the death Lord of Feliz.

"what are you doing here?" Old Zhu was smoking a cigar and looked at him. He was very upset.

Feliz was surprised to see that the iron shackles of the dream on Zhu's hands and feet had been broken. However, he did not investigate. He looked at Zhu carefully for a while. He always felt that there was something different about him, but he could not tell why.

"Damn it, ask you something!" Old Zhu said impatiently,...