Painter froze slightly. "You can contact the Black King?"
Suddenly, his eyes widened as if he had realized something.
"You... you're the Black King's disciple!?"
Bai Ye smiled faintly, turned, and left with Gao Bancheng without saying anything more.
A storm churned in Painter's heart. No wonder Cunning Rabbit had wanted to beat me up the moment we met—because I once plotted against his teacher, the Black King!
No wonder Li Xiao had called the Black King "senior" from beginning to end and never once called him "teacher."
That was what I thought. How could the Black King possibly take a lunatic like Li Xiao as his disciple?
No matter how one looked at it, Cunning Rabbit, who could transform into a Dragon in such a short time, was far more like the Black King's disciple.
"Good brother..." Painter suddenly sidled up to the Black Coffin with a shameless grin.
"Look, I'm about to meet the Black King. I'd taken a nice bath and cleaned myself up, but then you beat me until my face was swollen and bruised. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to meet the Black King looking like this.
"So... could you take it for me one more time? Just once. I swear it'll be the last time!"
A corner of the Black Coffin's lid lifted slightly. "Fuck off!"
Painter flew into a rage. "Gu Huangquan, don't push your luck. I—"
His voice abruptly stopped. His whole body froze in place as though he had been struck by a paralysis spell.
His eyes were fixed on the black-clad figure that had appeared in the reception hall at some unknown moment.
The black-clad figure stood quietly upon the floor. Beneath the brim of his hat was a pitch-black, bizarre mask.
His black robe seemed woven from dark