Jun Wu Xie was not intending to tell them about the origins of the Face of Selvan.
"Oh? What if I refuse to tell you?" Jun Wu Xie said rather fearlessly.
The fake Spirit Lord narrowed his eyes, and a sneer hung over the ends of his mouth.
"You really are not afraid of death are you? You're just a tiny little human spirit and you dare to speak to me like this. Are you aware that the entire Spirit World is created by me? And you here, are just a mere ant in my hand whom I can kill whenever I want. How are you even able to stop me at all? I am giving you a chance here and you do not care for it at all. Are you tired of living?"
"This Spirit World is created by you?" Jun Wu Xie raised an eyebrow slightly, and the eyes looking at the fake Spirit Lord seemed as if they was staring at a joke.
