"I don't want to waste words with you," he closed his eyes, then opened them again, the fierce flames of the Demon World reflected in his eyes, but his face was whiter than frost and snow, "Give Yun Rong back to me."
"Give Yun Rong back to me?" She repeated his words carefully, a twisting distortion seemingly flickering in her eyes, her smile sharp as a poisoned blade, beautiful yet malevolent.
"My dear teacher has really gone to great lengths for her, knowing that I loathe those Righteous Cultivators, so he ventured here alone to demand her return from me," she said. "You know, if you had brought people, I would never let you see her again."
This time, she didn't call him 'Master's wife'; instead, she coldly turned her gaze to a certain point in the void, where, atop the Netherworld River, a bleak and dreary Demon Prison appeared without warning.
That was the place of utter evil where traitors of the Demon Clan were imprisoned!
