Yang Li looked at the trespasser. Though he bore similarities to Amon, he didn't look like him. In fact, he didn't even look like a human.
To be certain, she asked a second time, "Amon…?"
"Yes, it is me," Amon confirmed.
"… Where have you been all this time?"
"Where else can a demon like me find refuge? The lower world, of course. Now, answer my question. Is that art your own creation?"
"It is…," Yang Li answered. "I named it the Cursed Flames of the Spider."
"This proved that I was not wrong about you. I have learned that anyone who can create their own art before the Demigod Realm can be considered a talented practitioner."
"What do you want from me? I thought we were done after what I did for you? I am free now."
"You are. I see you spent your free time playing Mom. Are you happy with this life?"
"This has nothing to do with you, and you will never understand what it means to be a parent."
"Relax. As I said, I'm only here to greet an old friend."
