The Soft Approach Failed, So He Turned to Force

"This..." The Silver Puppet felt rather embarrassed, too. The storeroom held so many battle-damaged puppets, yet the spirit controlling Nether King Hall was only willing to produce twenty to fob them off—even though the other party had been recognized as Nether King Hall's heir. But the spirit was at the heart of Nether King Hall's control system, and the Silver Puppet was under her thumb. There was nothing he could do. He couldn't make the decision himself, so he could only apologize. "Brother Lei, these are our rules. There's no changing them."

"Enough. I don't blame you." Lei Dong had long been fed up with that Nether King Hall spirit, who thought far too highly of herself yet was stingy to an absurd degree. She liked to hide behind the scenes and control everything, and wouldn't even speak to him directly. Damn it, she was only a spirit. Who did she think she was?

Lei Dong guessed that the spirit of his own Chaos Pagoda, Mei Xiang, had been led astray by the Nether King Hall spirit. Otherwise, how could a mere spirit have dared to act so arrogantly toward him for so many years? It had taken him risking a falling-out with her before he finally brought her to heel.

At once, Lei Dong sprang to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and declared with an air of superiority, "Nether King Hall spirit, reveal yourself and pay your young master your respects. Otherwise, I'll clean house on Lord Nether King's behalf and erase you from Nether King Hall's control core entirely."

The Silver Puppet's aura shifted. It was as if Lei Dong's audacious words had shocked him; he stared at Lei Dong in astonishment.

Instead, a woman's indignant scolding rang through the air. "How dare you, Lei