"Did you kill Xiaoman….?" His heavy voice resonated like thunder. The clouds began to form above the mansion.
Moros clenched his hands, and straightened his body. He didn't notice that the owner he had feared a while ago had appeared behind him.
"What is happening here….?" A man with an otherworldly glow on his skin asked his men. "Your Majesty, our maid, the caretaker of the library has been killed by the intruder."
"How come there are intruders at our mansion?" He asked, and his eyes narrowed.
"They seem to be from the Evil immortal palace—I boldly guess that one of them is the Evil Lord himself." Another servant trembled as he spoke of the name that was prohibited to mention.
"Why is he here? Creating a ruckus! I have nothing to do with them…." The man who was dressed in silver robe, his hair covering his back, till his waist growled.
