Even the Yin Devil Mother only dared to crawl along the shore of the Mist Sea to feed.
According to the habits of the Yin Devils, punishing those who have committed grave mistakes involves throwing them into the Mist Sea, a punishment even more severe than death.
"Why have you become like this?"
Yu Ziqing sat across from the Evil Lord, took out his treasured tea and tea set, replaced the Evil Lord's, and skillfully boiled water.
"I gnawed at the path of the Seven Yin, and slowly became like this."
"You just say it so openly?"
The Evil Lord shook his head indifferently.
"There's nothing that can't be said. The Seven Yin won't return.
He's not foolish in the least.
On the contrary, I find him far smarter than the other gods.
As for others, it's impossible for them to go out of their way to help the Seven Yin against me.
The Seven Yin has been unwelcome not just for a day or two."
"Can you find the Seven Yin?" Yu Ziqing seemed unwilling to give up.
