After violent bubbling, the blood water calmed down, like a delicate mirror surface, reflecting the figure of a man. Then, in an instant, the reflected image changed, and a graceful lady replaced the man's figure.
She extended her hand towards the man, but it did not break through the mirror; it just appeared directly before the man's eyes. As he raised his head, he saw the lady had somehow come before him—the figure in the blood water was just her reflection.
"You've crossed the line, Beelzebub."
In the face of this lady, the man's voice was cold, filled with oppressive killing intent.
He hadn't been this angry in many years. If he hadn't accidentally returned at this moment, perhaps Beelzebub would have already knocked on the large door behind him.
Beelzebub's voice was filled with allure, "I am not here to see you, Sai Zong, but the one behind the door."
Upon hearing this, Sai Zong's expression slightly trembled—it was not fear, but the extreme suppression of anger.
