“A deal?” Zhao Feng squinted his eyes as he looked at the child Demigod whose voice was still babyish. His voice was like a three-year-old’s, but his expression was serious.
No one would dare to underestimate a Demigod who had revived.
“Hehe,” Zhao Feng couldn’t help but laugh, “you seem to have forgotten our relationship.”
There was no such thing as equality between a slave and a master. A deal was usually between two parties who were on the same level.
Mockery as well as curiosity appeared in the skeletal Division Leader’s eyes. It didn’t know much about this child because the Demigod intent had suppressed it, and it couldn’t leave the pearl.
Of course, that didn’t mean that the skeletal Division Leader underestimated him. This “child” who looked only two or three years old had the cultivation of a late-stage Great Origin Core Realm and could easily defeat itself. No matter how dumb the skeletal Division Leader might’ve been, it wouldn’t treat him as a child.
