The Demon Sect Holy Son's villainous crew had gradually grown stronger.
The value of taking in one Bai Feimo—and her painted body—was greater than taking in five hundred lackeys before.
Five hundred lackeys were a renewable resource; there was as much mud as one wanted. But Bai Feimo was irreplaceable for the time being.
Sure enough, Mo Feibai immediately put on the air of someone ready to render meritorious service. It seemed she was about to offer up a token of allegiance. "Ancestor, your granddaughter has something to report."
Dark Abyss said, "Speak."
"Ancestor, your greatness has shone through the ages, but the people of the martial world are shallow in knowledge and cannot glimpse your heavenly countenance. They still need a certain amount of positive guidance to properly understand your greatness."
Dark Abyss said, "Keep it brief. Get to the point."
"I mean... martial-world titles are very important."
Dark Abyss raised a brow. "My title doesn't sound good?"
Mo Feibai hesitated. "It is somewhat offensive."
Offensive?
How offensive could it be?
At worst, it would be something like "Demon Sect Abomination," which would perfectly cement his persona. He would be more than happy with that.
So at this moment, Dark Abyss had not realized the severity of the problem.
"What is it?"
But he never could have imagined that, after hesitating for ages, Mo Feibai would stammer out a title beyond the limits of what he could accept:
"C-Cape Freak."
The instant he heard that title, Dark Abyss—who had believed that after surviving the world-ending crisis, his heart would forever be forged of steel, unruffled by favor or disgrace, his expression unchanged even should Mount Tai collapse before him—widened his eyes.
"Wha? The? Fuck? Is? That?!!"
As though a meteor had crashed into the sea, this piece of information