Too clever for his own good—the Ink Flood Dragon King had never dreamed this would be the result. He had originally wanted to become the Immortal Forest Alliance Leader of the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces, yet in the end he had fallen so low as to become Lu Ying'er's pet.
"Wanting to cry but having no tears" described him best. The resentment in his chest felt as if it were about to explode, but what could he do? The Soul Prohibition Technique had already been completed. Forget that damned old monster of the Dongxuan Realm—even Lu Ying'er could, with a single thought, make him unable to beg for life and unable to seek death.
Damn it!
And yet he did not dare show the slightest hint of it on his face.
As the saying went, when under another's eaves, one had no choice but to lower one's head. Now his status was no longer the number one expert of the Demon Race in the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces; he was merely Lu Ying'er's pet. How would he dare make his master unhappy?
"You may leave."
"Yes."
The other party was, after all, in the Lihe Realm, so Lu Ying'er would not go so far as to treat him like those witless spirit pets and put him into a Spirit Beast Bag. Of course, she would not give him a pleasant expression either. A master's authority had to be maintained, and as the master of Baisuan Pavilion, after having been in a position of power for so long, she was extremely practiced in grasping the proper measure of such things.
Now that the Ink Flood Dragon King had been reduced to this state, he dared be angry but dared not speak. Nor did he want to remain in this place that