Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the day after tomorrow had arrived.
"Boss, boss, hurry up!" Wangcai was already waiting for Loa in the courtyard, his purple eyes darting toward the doorway from time to time, his tail unconsciously sweeping back and forth behind him.
"Relax, it's still early. The assessment is in the afternoon. It's only morning-what's the rush?" Loa glanced at the sky.
"I'm just worried we'll be late."
"Since when were you so punctual?" Loa asked in amusement.
"What's that supposed to mean? I've always been punctual, okay?" Wangcai bristled.
Loa reached out, spread his fingers, planted them squarely on Wangcai's head, and gave it a vigorous rub. His short purple hair was tousled into a complete mess beneath Loa's palm, with several strands sticking straight up. Wangcai's head swayed from side to side under the rubbing as he protested, "Boss, I'm all grown up!"
"I hatched you from your egg, and now I can't even rub your head? Hmm?" Loa's hand never stopped.
"Fine, rub it, then." Wangcai's voice suddenly dropped, his confidence visibly fading.
Loa let go and patted his shoulder in satisfaction. "Let's go. To the Demon Castle."
The Demon Castle stood in the central district of Kapa City, two streets away from the shopping street.
The entire castle was pitch-black, built from some unknown material that gleamed coldly beneath the Netherworld's dim daylight.
Above the castle's main entrance was the Demon Guild's emblem-a gigantic stone sculpture of the Seven-Headed Demon. The sculpture stood dozens of meters tall, its seven hideous heads raised in seven directions. The eyes on every head were carved so lifelike that they seemed to look down on everyone entering the castle.
Legend had it that this was an extremely ancient creature of the Netherworld.
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