The woman on the altar platform, upon seeing the man brazenly sizing her up and using words to tease her, suddenly burst forth with a murderous intent and coldly said, "I wouldn't mind slaughtering all the Celestial Beasts below!"
"Alright, alright, but should I call you junior brother or junior sister now?" The middle-aged man raised his hand in surrender with a helpless expression.
The woman did not answer him, only gave him a cold look: "I want to enter Hell Central!"
"What are you going there for? Are you going to see..." the middle-aged man asked in confusion.
"I'm not going to see the 'gentleman,' I have other matters."
"What matters?" the man inquired, puzzled.
"Do you think it's necessary for me to tell you?" the woman coldly replied.
The broad-shouldered man frowned, his expression turning serious as he said, "Junior... mistress, don't forget, this boundless Hell is my territory. If you don't tell me what you're doing, you won't be going in!"
