“Master, we are sorry.”
The three people of Yi Tian Mo’s group kneeled down, bowing their heads in front of ShiYan with full of grief.
ShiYan’s face was gloomy. He nodded and said insensitively, “I understand.”
The three of them bowed their heads, didn’t dare to look at ShiYan. Their eyes were downcast with a complicated look.
“Master?” Demon King ChiYan sneered ruthlessly as his body suddenly appeared above the manor.
The face, which had originally belonged to Jiao HanYi, was now overwhelmed with treacherousness, “Is this lowly human worthy of humbling yourselves to call him Master? Have you lost your self-esteem because living in the abandoned land for too long?”
Yi TianMo’s shoulders suddenly trembled while his eyes were full of resentment, but he didn’t dare to have any reactions.
“You can call Abi Death King, Yellow Spring Death King, The Dark Sky Death King ‘Master’. This human brat is not worthy. I will help you eradicate him.”
