Even when Ji Yuan asked that question, Qiu Qianhai instinctively wanted to answer.
But just as the words reached his lips, he forced them back down.
They had been master and disciple for decades, after all. He knew what he could say and what he could not.
Nightmare True Lord glanced at him, as though he had seen through Qiu Qianhai's thoughts, then continued, "There's nothing I can't say. I am Nightmare True Lord."
"Wh—what?!"
Ji Yuan shot up from his seat.
His eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face.
"You—you're actually Dream-Demon True Lord?"
"I am."
Nightmare True Lord frowned. He knew he had some renown on the Abyssal Continent, so he had expected the man before him to recognize his name. But this reaction seemed a little excessive.
"What's wrong with you?"
Seeing that Ji Yuan still looked shaken, Dream-Demon True Lord could not help asking.
Ji Yuan rubbed his face and let out a long breath before saying, "Senior, are you truly Nightmare True Lord?"
"Yes, Old Ji, you can stop asking. My master is Nightmare True Lord—the Dream-Demon True Lord who founded the Nightmare Sect, which is now the Bone Nightmare Sect."
Qiu Qianhai supplied the answer.
Ji Yuan drew a deep breath before slowly saying, "After I came to the Abyssal Continent, someone abducted me. In the end, I took a Nascent Soul Cultivator as my master. Her title was Fire-Spirit Ghost Mother."
"What?!"
Even Qiu Qianhai, who had been calm a moment ago, sprang to his feet.
He had often heard Nightmare True Lord speak of his "master's wife." Dream-Demon True Lord, however, habitually called her "that wretched bitch."
Nightmare True Lord looked somewhat calmer, but his right hand clenched into a fist on the table, and his brow rose.
"Oh?"
His eyes