"My Lord, I must make haste and go to the Diqiu realm for the portrait of beauty," Moros, in the presence of the Evil Lord, said with a petrified face, hiding his anxiety and nervousness.
"Diqiu realm? Why there?" The Evil Lord's voice was steeped in a shadowy tone.
"She is presently residing there," Moros replied, his body nearly paralyzed with fright.
The Evil Lord was the only person who could travel all three realms in the blink of an eye; other than him, only the strongest spirits had the ability to travel, but it took them a lot of time.
"I can allow you..." the evil Lord said with a malicious tone resonating across the room.
With relief washing his face, the tension visibly dissipated. "I, thank My Lord," Moros bowed his head.
