When news that the Pig Demon had been captured alive reached Zheng Ningji, he was as tense as Li Xian had expected.
"Idiots! A whole pack of idiots! How did he get captured? Why couldn't they have just beaten him to death!!!"
Wearing a mask, he flew into a rage at the demons and Green Lotus Sect Cultists gathered below him.
"Holy Envoy, there's no need to worry. Perhaps Old Pig doesn't know who you are," said a demon with a tiger's head and a human body, chuckling.
"Right, right. Out of all our brothers, Old Pig's the slowest in the head. He probably doesn't know."
"That makes sense."
The demons chimed in one after another.
Their words only made Zheng Ningji angrier.
"If you knew he was a stupid pig, why did you let him go to Yangzhou City? Were you eager to get yourselves killed?" he roared.
"Uh..."
The demons and Green Lotus Sect Cultists exchanged glances.
"Old Pig may be dim-witted, but his strength is among the best. He's an Upper Three Ranks Martialist, and can take human form, making him hard to recognize. Sending him along at the time was the most suitable choice."
The speaker was an old woman, stooped with age, her face covered in wrinkles and her hand resting on a cane carved with a fox's head.
Despite her age, after she spoke, even Zheng Ningji's manner softened. He didn't dare act too recklessly in front of her.
"Old Madam Hu, the Pig Demon is now locked in the Cao Gang's Dungeon. He could reveal my identity at any moment. What do you think we should do? Are we really going to let this go?" Zheng Ningji asked, forcing down his anger.
Old Madam Hu said in a dry voice, "My son died