Returning the handkerchief in his hand to Little Zhu Zhuqing, the Netherworld Duke frowned slightly and asked calmly,
"Where did this handkerchief come from?"
Little Zhu Zhuqing took the handkerchief, neatly folded it, and tucked it into her clothes, as though afraid the Netherworld Duke would take it away again.
Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing did not answer, the Netherworld Duke's tightly furrowed brows deepened.
He asked again in a low voice, "Where did this handkerchief come from?"
The impression the Netherworld Duke had left on Zhu Zhuqing was simply too profound.
Even after hearing Pei An's words, the fear the Netherworld Duke inspired in Little Zhu Zhuqing was still difficult to erase.
As his tone grew harsher, the expression on Little Zhu Zhuqing's face became visibly more timid.
She lowered her head slightly and said weakly, "A White-Robed Big Brother gave it to me."
A White-Robed Big Brother?
Upon hearing this, the Netherworld Duke's brows furrowed even more deeply.
That description seemed to fit Judgement Douluo even better.
But he still could not be certain.
The Netherworld Duke continued asking, "Can you describe that White-Robed Big Brother's characteristics in more detail?"
Little Zhu Zhuqing did not answer immediately. Her lips pressed together, and she looked somewhat nervous. "Father, you have seen that Big Brother before."
"It was the one from the Great Soul Arena."
Little Zhu Zhuqing understood what the Netherworld Duke meant. He simply wanted to know White-Robed Big Brother's identity.
She did not hide it.
Because Little Zhu Zhuqing knew that, judging from her father's and the Imperial Supporter's behavior before, White-Robed Big Brother had to be an important figure her father did not dare provoke.
Hearing Little Zhu Zhuqing's words, the Netherworld Duke finally confirmed his suspicions.
Sure enough, the owner of this handkerchief was Judgement Douluo.