Nether Son froze for a moment, then blurted out, "Master, are you some kind of beast? What kind of senior makes life this hard for his junior?"
Nether Lord's gaze sharpened. "What did you just call me?"
Nether Son shrank his head and hurriedly corrected himself. "Handsome guy! The most handsome guy under heaven!"
"That's more like it." Only then did Nether Lord let him off.
If Nether Son hadn't been his disciple, that one disrespectful remark would have been enough to kill him countless times over—and strip him of any chance at Reincarnation.
Hua Yunfei and the others were at a loss for words, too. They wanted to know why Nether Lord had left behind so many projections of his strength.
Did he have nothing better to do?
"So, Master, why did you go to so many tributaries? Was it really just to make things difficult for your juniors, like you said?" Nether Son asked.
"I've noticed you're becoming more and more like Dongfang. Did you pick up this bad habit of being nosy from him?" Nether Lord said.
"Heh heh, it's just hard not to be curious about this," Nether Son said with a grin.
Nether Lord didn't answer his question. He waved a hand. "You've been beaten and you've been scolded. Now you can all get lost."
With Nether Lord putting it that way, Nether Son naturally didn't dare press him. He and Hua Yunfei's group got to their feet, clutching their sore backsides as they backed away.
"Handsome guy, don't forget me!" Big Pretty waved, reminding Hua Yunfei that he was still there.
Hua Yunfei glanced at the restrictions on Big Pretty, then looked at Nether Lord. "Senior, could you...?"
The restrictions on Big Pretty vanished without a sound.
Big Pretty tiptoed over to Hua Yunfei