The man sensed Jing Jiu's arrival, put down the wooden ladle he had been using to water the plants, and turned to look at him.
Jing Jiu said, "Compared to the rest of the Demon-Suppressing Prison, this place is like the immortal realm."
"To us, the mortal world has always been the immortal realm. This prison is still in the mortal world, after all."
The man's skin was extraordinarily pale, as though it had never seen sunlight all year round.
For some unknown reason, his face had neither eyebrows nor eyelashes. It was exceedingly smooth and so pale that it almost looked translucent.
His eyes were large, and his pupils occupied an even greater area. They looked like black apricot stones, or bottomless pits, and were very eerie.
When the wind brushed the flowers and grass, making a sound, his ears turned with it. Only then was it clear that they, too, were extremely large.
Strangest of all, there seemed to be a great deal of light hidden inside his body, occasionally shining through his colorful clothes and his neck.
These were all the most typical features of the Nether Department Demons.
No wonder he had just said that the mortal world was the immortal realm.
When Nether Department Demons occasionally appeared aboveground, they disguised themselves, but here in the Demon-Suppressing Prison, where no one came to visit, he naturally had no need to do so.
Watching Jing Jiu approach, he revealed a smile on his pale face, its meaning unknown.
Jing Jiu walked through the flowers and came before him.
The man was rather short, reaching only Jing Jiu's shoulder, yet his bearing was composed and extraordinary, like a sovereign's.
"This should be the first time in six hundred years that you've seen anyone or spoken to anyone. Under