They say those caught up in the game are blind while onlookers see clearly—but what did it mean to turn one's hand and summon clouds, then flip it and unleash rain?
Yue Qianchou could not help admiring Sanye the Demon Lord. As expected, a great reputation was never hollow. Though he was sealed inside the Demon Realm, with a wave of his hand he had still tamed Jin Tai and Bai Qi into obedience. These two had come intending to haggle, yet the confidence of holding all the cards had vanished from their faces. The faintly refined smile had disappeared from Bai Qi's face, and no matter how splendidly Jin Tai dressed, it was all a facade. Clearly, they held the advantage and controlled the bargaining chips, yet after only a few words, they had instead bowed their heads and begun pleading.
"I understand what you two mean. You fear that I will tear down the bridge after crossing the river, so you want a promise from me, is that it?" Sanye the Demon Lord looked at them without a ripple of emotion and said breezily, "Fine! I promise you that afterward, you two will continue managing the Immortal and Underworld Realms for me. I will not make things difficult for you again."
Bai Qi and Jin Tai immediately looked at each other. If such a promise, one that went in one ear and out the other, could be taken seriously, they would have died countless times over already. How could they possibly have lived until now?
Seeing that the two still hesitated, Sanye the Demon Lord, though fully aware of the situation, pressed them step by step. "Do you not believe my promise?"
Having been forced to this point, Bai Qi gritted his teeth and cupped his hands. "Devil