Even bad luck should have its limits. Who exactly had he offended?
Tian Xiaojian's heart brimmed with rage, his chest full of frustration with nowhere to vent.
Everything he had experienced on this trip to Underworld Hell had been far too unlucky, as if there were some unseen fellow in the dark deliberately going against him.
"Foster Father, didn't you swear last time that the Styx River was about to open? How could another change crop up in the middle of it? Are you certain you aren't joking with me?"
Tian Xiaojian forced down his anger, yet his voice still sounded incomparably icy.
It was no wonder. With that string of experiences, no matter how one looked at it, anyone's temper would be hard-pressed to remain good.
The Grand Commander of the Devil Race understood the reasons behind it, so he did not mind Tian Xiaojian's stiff tone.
In truth, he was muttering inwardly as well. How could they be this unlucky this time? Even if he put himself in Tian Xiaojian's place, he would have to go mad.
"Jian'er, there is no need to be angry. The matters of the immortal cultivation world have always been bizarre and kaleidoscopic—who can explain them clearly? Even if a True Immortal descended to the lower world, they would still inevitably encounter twists and turns. As the saying goes, good things are ground through many trials. Besides, from how I see it, this delay in the Styx River's opening may not necessarily be a bad thing for you."
"A good thing?"
Tian Xiaojian's expression was filled with grief and indignation to the extreme, and his voice carried even more mockery.
At this moment, he was anxious and burning with irritation, so naturally he could not take in such words of persuasion.
"Jian'er, I