The jet black eyes turned around, to see the several Golden Core cultivators looking at him in startlement. His brows creased together and he swung his gaze upon them. "What are all of you standing there gaping for? You have nothing better to do? Out!"
"Yes, my Lord!"
The Golden Core cultivators answered in a hurry. While they were retreating from the place, they threw a glance at the red clothed figure. They really could not see what was so special about this youth that he could make their Lord speak to him with such gentle words.
After Feng Jiu looked at him for a moment, she then ignored the Hell's Lord and continued to chomp on the snacks. This time, she ate them a little slower and her half lowered eyes were filled with bewilderment. [Why is that voice sounding more familiar the more she heard it?]
[Where had she heard this person's voice before?]
