An Su glanced at An Tong.
The two of them stood aside.
An Tong stared intently at Su Yan, his gaze fixed.
"Aren't you angry?"
He watched while questioning An Su beside him.
An Su raised a glass of champagne from beside him and took a sip.
"That's the Young Master's business."
An Tong
"Every time I see her, I feel uneasy."
"That's your bias."
"That day, the Young Master had clearly returned from the Netherworld.
You and I went to meet him, almost ready to return to the Abyss Demon Domain.
Yet the Young Master stopped and said it would implicate her.
Without looking back, he returned to the Netherworld again."
Recalling the scene from that day, An Tong was filled with murderous intent.
Beside him, An Su listened quietly.
An Tong's words, he too had once witnessed.
An Tong continued
"Our dear God never once inquired into it.
It's been ten thousand years; if the Young Master doesn't appear, it seems he's going to forget him completely."
His words were full of sarcasm.
