One could say he was the successor of the Asura King.
Compared to the Seven-Talismans Ghost Monk who had perished earlier, his relationship with the Ye Clan was even more intricate, almost reaching the depth of blood being thicker than water.
"Big guy, rest easy."
"After a lifetime of toil, you can finally think of nothing and sleep well."
"This must be the most comfortable sleep, you will have many beautiful dreams, and in the end, you will definitely descend into Hell smoothly!"
Descending into Hell—for the children of the Abyss, it signified the most sincere, the purest blessing.
Little GuaGua, who had learned such customs early, pressed his palms together and prayed earnestly.
Huazhu also slightly bowed, holding up her Witch's Skirt in a shallow curtsy.
As a Fond Spirit of the Witch, even though the elements and bloodlines they controlled were vastly different, this respect was not something they needed to deliberately conceal.
"Ye Hanjun..."
