"..."
Feng Qing'an knew why the brocade chicken wasn't pretending to be oblivious today, but did genuinely stick its head in a crack in the wall. If he could, he would want to do the same.
The two prominent monarchs were existences on par with the mountain god. However, unlike the mountain god that was confined to Green Python Mountain, both of them had traveled from the underworld to the mortal realm.
Ignoring their relative strength for a moment, these figures in front of him boasted more freedom than the mountain god!
Moreover, Feng Qing'an learnt again that the power ratings provided by the appraisal could only be taken as a reference.
Even though they seemed equal, it was clear from their hierarchical relationship who the master and who the subordinate was. The Turbid Evil King in front of him and the Yin Spirit on his shoulder revealed their relative strengths unmistakably.
Without a special reason, no spirit would submit to a weaker being.
