The Cool Factor Is Dropping
After roasting the Confucian School's archenemy, Senior Brother Daozi was in high spirits.
To repay resentment with frankness and virtue with virtue—how delightful. Happiness really did have to be built on the suffering of one's enemies.
Fat Ball's pain and pent-up frustration had given Senior Brother Daozi a hearty appetite.
"Benevolence, keep chatting with this ball. See you later." Boss Daozi's will waved a hand and happily left the Netherworld, bringing his inspection to an end.
Inside the seal, Boss Fat Ball let out a long sigh, as though every ounce of strength had been drained from him. His mood was so complicated that even several hours wouldn't have been enough to describe it.
This was the most humiliating day of his ball life... or one of them.
Tyrant Benevolence sat cross-legged beside the seal again and asked, "Boss Fat Ball, shall we continue our chat?"
"Stop bothering me," Boss Fat Ball said listlessly.
"I can understand you. It's normal to be in a bad mood and not want to talk at a time like this." Tyrant Benevolence smiled faintly. "But I just want to chat with you as you are now."
The less you want to talk, the more I want to talk to you.
Boss Fat Ball glanced at Tyrant Benevolence. "..."
This really was excellent material for becoming the Netherworld Ruler.
"I have some information that may be related to Boss Fat Ball. You know about the existence of the Black Dragon World, right?" Tyrant Benevolence said. "And within the Black Dragon World, there was an 'Eighth Immortality.' Coincidentally, that Eighth Immortality was also a ball... and seemed to be made of liquid metal as well."
Boss Fat Ball: "!!!"
His listless state was forcibly driven away by Tyrant Benevolence's topic!
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