"Master… Master!"
After a moment of shock, Yang Tiandong hurriedly came to the King of Hell's table and knelt in front of Han Jue.
Qingluan'er and Han Qing'er were both a little nervous. After all, Yang Tiandong had been the King of Hell for millions of years. His pressure was still very strong. Ordinary people's legs would go weak when they saw him.
Han Jue said, "Get up. How have you been all these years?"
He could deduce Yang Tiandong's experience, but it was better for him to say it personally.
Yang Tiandong suppressed his excitement and said, "Day after day, I deal with the reincarnation of the netherworld. Although it's boring, it's safe. I can also spend time cultivating."
For some reason, Yang Tiandong inexplicably wanted to cry when he saw Han Jue again.
He was the King of Hell. How could he cry?
However, he couldn't control his emotions.
