Zheng Qing sat on the tall obsidian seat, holding his head, looking at the 'Lazy·Belphenger' sitting earnestly behind the molten lava long table, his expression somewhat subtle.
Beneath that golden-red bird mask hid Poseidon's little face. He knew about this as soon as he received the message regarding the Seven Sins gathering. Though he initially thought, due to his presence, this Little Demon King would be more reckless, yet unexpectedly, she appeared like a genuine devil, composed, calm, and her manner of speech was almost identical to Su Ya.
Plus, the Seven Sins robe could obscure one's form.
No wonder they swapped around, yet weren't detected by other devils.
Truly deserving of being a fox from Qingqiu.
So skilled at deception at such a young age.
The young Legend couldn't resist sighing softly.
