"So easily letting Nie Jiuque bring that Cat Demon out of the Netherworld, aren't you afraid the Soul-suppressing Beast will suspect you?"
"I'm not in the Netherworld today, what could he suspect me of? Besides, if the 'Soul Suppressing Master' wants to leave, who dares to stop him?" The Netherworld King replied nonchalantly.
"Heh, what a pity." Zuo Yan lamented.
"Pity about what? Nie Jiuque isn't dead, are you disappointed?"
"Why is the Netherworld King so agitated, I'm not stupid. Even if Nie Jiuque died, the Soul-suppressing Beast wouldn't spare me. After all, I did wipe out half of the Cat Demon Clan before. Rest assured, Netherworld King, I won't do anything self-destructive. Only when both of them are dead can we truly be at ease, I'm quite clear about that."
"Hmph, you better be."
The Netherworld King snorted coldly.
Looking at the Netherworld King, who always wore a sullen expression, Zuo Yan internally spat in contempt.
