The insults did not affect Fu Young at all.
He merely glanced at the crazed woman as if it were the most ordinary thing.
A small fragment split off from the crimson vortex and instantly swallowed her.
As she disappeared, his gaze shifted slightly to the trembling man before him.
In a calm voice, he said, "You do not seem to have anything else to say either. Then I will not hold back."
Before his words had even finished, the crimson vortex began to split again.
Seeing this, the man cried out in terror,
"No. Do not come closer. I will speak. I will tell you everything. If you kill me, no one will be able to tell you about your biological parents. Do you not want to know? About your real parents? Only I know. Only I know. If you kill me, you will never know who you truly are."
"I do not care."
From an emotional standpoint, this was true.
At this point, he had no expectations toward so called parents.
Having his master was enough for him.
