Similarly, Hanyue had also witnessed the Nether River Patriarch, in a fit of rage, slaughtering thousands across cities. The drastic change in his temperament seemed as if he were two different people. Hanyue was truly perplexed, unable to distinguish which one was the real Nether River Patriarch.
Regardless of everything though, seeing the person he had admired from childhood before him, Hanyue still felt very excited and respectfully greeted, "I pay my respects to you, Sect Hierarch."
The Nether River Patriarch was gentle with the Rabbit but not so much with others. Just as he was about to put on a stern face to say something, the weight on his clothing suddenly increased. Looking down, he saw the Rabbit hooking onto his neck and climbing up his robes, hanging there as it looked at him with a cheeky grin, "Old man, this is my friend. Don't be so stiff with a deadpan face. Can you do the thing I mentioned just now?"
