"You really speak your mind. Even your master isn't as bold as you," Battle Ancestor said with a chuckle.
"Him?" Nether Son shook his head like a rattle-drum. "Impossible. He's bolder than anyone. Who doesn't he dare to curse? Senior, you've underestimated him."
Battle Ancestor glanced toward the Dark World. "Is that so?"
Nether Lord: "..."
Nether Son raised his chin, looking faintly proud. "Of course. Just look at who my master is. He is the lord of the Dark World, the greatest being beneath heaven and earth!"
"I once heard my master say with my own ears that if he wished, he could defeat every Heaven in the world. What Heaven, what first generation—they're all clay chickens and porcelain dogs. As long as he gets serious, he can suppress them all with a flick of his finger!"
"Oh?" Battle Ancestor grew interested and looked toward the Dark World again. "Someone is that strong? How come this old man didn't know?"
Immortal Hall Lord could not help but smile. "You little fellow certainly loves to joke."
Tianming Wuji shot Nether Son a sidelong glance. Why did he feel like this guy was deliberately digging a pit for his own master?
Yet for some reason, he felt an indescribable envy in his heart.
"Didn't know? Then that's only right. He loves hiding himself the most. In truth, he already possesses invincible battle strength that reaches the heavens, he just hasn't shown it," Nether Son said, hands on his hips and chin raised.
Big Pretty licked his lollipop, listening with a serious expression. His eyes glittered as though he were hearing a fairy tale.
"Wow, and then?"
He was extremely cooperative.
Back in the Dark World, Nether Son often told him such things. He thought they sounded wonderful.
"And then... one day,