"Perhaps it thinks I'm an assistant to that 17th-order big shot—I can only guess that," Shen Ye shrugged.
"You guessed wrong," White Night Spirit King said.
Shen Ye was surprised by this.
He was only making a casual remark.
After all, the battles between the various Truth Creations don't need human reasoning.
But now, hearing the tone of White Night Spirit King—
It seems there's a deeper reason.
No way, no way.
What's there to pay attention to about a small ant like me in the Thirteenth Layer of the Law Realm?
It must be talking nonsense.
Seeing Shen Ye's expression, White Night Spirit King instantly understood.
This kid doesn't believe it at all!
This, in turn, sparked a bit of extra interest in White Night Spirit King.
Actually.
If Shen Ye kept probing, it wouldn't bother saying a word.
But Shen Ye's completely disbelieving expression made it want to tell him the truth.
Give him some hope.
And then—
To die in shock and unwillingness, despairingly.
How wonderful.
