"It must be my deep longing for that superior,"
Fahua said with a self-deprecating smile.
Having said that, he naturally glanced at the sky of the Netherworld Prison, his gaze piercing through the endless void and casting upon a distant realm, saying with a mix of emotions, "If the superior were still here, those Netherworld Gods of Long Di and the Netherworld Prison, who would dare to do as they please in the Misty Sea?"
"Our superior, after all, was a Sovereign born in the Demon Prison, what was the Netherworld Prison during his era?"
"And what would someone like Long Di amount to?"
Fahua made no effort to hide his admiration for that Heaven Demon Sovereign.
He had once been a great general under that Heaven Demon Sovereign, accompanying him in campaigns to the south and north, personally witnessing the Sovereign's splendor.
