Qili stood angrily in the flower garden, hands on her hips, her face full of rage.
...
Inside the tree hole, Angel, having regained some strength, slumped on the ground, slowly lifted his head, and glared at the superior demon standing before him.
"Just now... was that your doing? I mean, the mass of black slime."
The Frog Demon's lips curled slightly upward, suddenly extending a hand, grabbing the air. Angel immediately flew toward him, his neck gripped tightly, suspended in the air.
Angel's limbs hung limply.
The Frog Demon harshly said, "You are already my Demon Envoy. As my servant, you should know to address your master with 'you (respectfully)' and not 'you (casually).' Understand?"
"Hehehehe..." Angel slowly started laughing, "When did I become your servant?"
"Just now, you yourself pledged loyalty to me."
The Frog Demon gradually tightened his grip on Angel's neck, causing Angel to cough violently.
