Jiang Ziwen, King of Hell Seal

Dong He did not spare the old guy a glance, merely looking at me with a smile.

It would have been fine if I had not known his true identity, but once I learned that he was actually King Taishan, my heart skipped a beat. How had I managed to bring him here? Still, since we were in the underworld and had caused such a huge commotion earlier, it would have been difficult not to alert them.

"An honored guest has come today, yet my subordinates neglected you. Allow me to apologize on their behalf." Dong He indeed looked refined and gentle, but I had to crane my neck to look up at him because of his height, and it was making my neck ache.

"Hey, Dong He, can you stop making yourself look like some giant tyrant? Can't you look like a normal person? I'm not used to talking to people with my head tilted up." The old guy shouted.

Only then did Dong He look at him. "Oh, it's you. My apologies, I only just noticed you."

He had definitely done that on purpose. He was standing so tall, and the old guy had been beside me all along. If he had seen me, how could he possibly have missed the old guy?

Sure enough, the old guy's expression turned rather ugly, and he looked extremely embarrassed. "Dong, are you looking for a beating?"

This old guy really wanted to throw hands at the slightest disagreement. Who knew where a system got such a rotten temper?

Dong He's smile vanished and he frowned, but his brows quickly relaxed again. Then his body gradually changed, shrinking to a normal person's height, though he was still half a head taller than me.

"Jiang Xiaobai, would you care to come to