And their master, their lord!
"So, you've come."
"Rise."
A heavy yet divine voice reached the ears of the three women.
Only after receiving permission from that voice did Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera dare to rise.
Mo Li had already turned around.
Beneath the white hood was a face familiar to all three of them, one that filled them with reverence and infatuation.
Yet after only one glance, the three women instinctively lowered their proud heads as Primordial Demons, like loyal ministers awaiting their lord's command.
As Mo Li looked at the Primordial Three Females, a faint ripple passed through his indifferent eyes before they returned to the stillness of dead water.
This was not the first time.
Mo Li asked himself and knew he had never done anything particularly great, nor had he become some kind of saint.
Yet ever since Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera had been granted physical bodies and True Names by him, their reverence for him had only grown deeper.
It had even reached the point where it was no less than Diablo's and Xiao's—blind devotion in the truest sense.
There was nothing Mo Li could do to change that.
So he simply let them be.
Besides, this was not the time to discuss such matters. He had summoned the three women here to talk about something important.
"Do the three of you know why I summoned you here?"
Mo Li gazed at the three women and asked his question.
Clearly, Mo Li wanted to see whether any of them had guessed his purpose.
Though that was highly unlikely.
"...I do not."
"I do not know either."
"I don't know."
After thinking for a moment, a sharp glint flashed through Testarossa's crimson eyes, but she ultimately shook her head and gave her answer.
Ultima and Carrera,