At this moment, in the Night King's Manor, the Night King, who had already changed back into his purple brocade robe, was lying in a corner of the alchemy room. He looked at Beiting Huang's dark face as she dealt with the tantrum throwing little cauldron she had summoned with great difficulty.
"I can't believe you don't know me. Boohoo. If you don't know me, why did you summon me out?"
The tiny cauldron cried. Although Yan Ye couldn't hear the communication between him and Beiting Huang in his sea of consciousness, he knew this little fellow who liked to act coquettish like the back of his hand 10,000 years ago. He could almost imagine him wiping his nose and squirming.
