"Didn't you go to sweet-talk Lu Xingyan? How did you get back so quickly?" Seeing Lu Xingze return so fast, Mistletoe observed his indifferent expression with interest.
As a good brother, he could tell a lot just from his expression.
One look at Lu Xingze like this, and he knew he got nothing out of Lu Xingyan.
Mistletoe cracked a smile, showing off a row of white teeth, with a tone begging to be smacked, he exaggeratedly praised:
"Worthy of you, Demon Lord, come on, tell me what information you managed to extract. I believe our awe-inspiring, world-shaking Demon Lord, who stirs up troubles in the Immortal Spirit Realm, could easily make small fry Foundation Establishment Cultivator spill the beans obediently."
"You talk too much." Lu Xingze glanced coldly at Mistletoe.
Mistletoe didn't take him seriously at all.