Mists were dense, as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything from the shadows.
Anyone who experienced such a sensation would certainly find it unpleasant.
Seeing the solemn expression on Blackie's face, Ji Lin smiled and said, "Alright, don't think too much. Perhaps it's not such a bad thing after all. Once your strength reaches that level, you will naturally understand."
"Now that you have become the Netherworld Lord's Heir, there are things you need to comprehend," Ji Lin continued.
Upon hearing this, Blackie looked over.
