Xiaoling frowned, "I must be very influential that the Supreme Demon Lord, the Arbiter, the previous God of War, and the Underworld King all have something to do with me." She scoffed.
Weisheng suppressed a chuckle, "I think I told you before. You were quite revered."
"Oh yeah," Xiaoling chuckled as she remembered their conversation, "Stronger than everyone, forced to hide my identity, and blah blah."
Weisheng looked down, "That's why I've been telling you that meeting the Underworld King won't magically solve the curse."
Xiaoling glared at him from the corner of her eyes, "So what? You want me to do nothing and watch you die?"
Weisheng exhaled, "Don't you hate me anyway?" He asked softly, "Just let me die then."
"Shut up." Xiaoling frowned, looking away from him.
