The Ma Family's emotions were extremely complicated.
The fox was about to be squashed into a pancake, but it ran away.
Their own family had been rescued, but their savior... their savior's identity was too complex, baffling them.
Watching the eerie, blonde-haired Taoist turn into a streak of light as he chased after the monk, Grandma Ma hesitated, and before the polite words could leave her mouth, he had vanished.
What in the world was all this?
Setting aside how the Ma Family would thank the group of Dark Immortals who came to support them, let's just say that after returning to the Real World, Max was already pale, sweating profusely, and trembling with fear.
"Damn, we've provoked Astaroth."
"You asked him two questions and he couldn't answer either—is that really provoking him?"
Xia Yubing retorted with a cold snort, "That Lord Astaroth is rather too sensitive, isn't he?"
Max looked around, then whispered, "This isn't the place to talk, let's go back and discuss."
