Shen Luo listened to Yan Lie's words, his heart gave a jolt.
He hadn't expected that Wanshui Zhenren was also a disciple of Donghua Freelance Immortal. So it seemed that all the pursuit and escape on their way here, including the earlier conflict at the Trading Conference, were all a play self-directed by the two of them, and he had indeed been thoroughly used by them.
"Friend Shen, I am truly sorry for using you before, but I harbored no malice towards you, please don't hold it against me," suddenly, Wanshui Zhenren's voice echoed in his mind, seemingly coming from the illusion fog surrounding the manor.
Shen Luo's heart grew apprehensive. Wanshui Zhenren was actually hiding in the surrounding illusion fog, and the fact that he could communicate without any anomalies suggested he had control over some crucial prohibitions of the manor to counter the power of the illusion fog.