But even Black Dragon's most capable subordinate has shown up—doesn't that mean Black Dragon is taking this matter extremely seriously?
"My lord, the Profound Turtle Demon Monarch is here."
Another Transformed Demon came over and spoke to this Demon Monarch with a single horn on his head.
"What's that old turtle bastard doing here?"
The Single-Horned Demon Monarch's brows furrowed; his mouth still didn't forget to curse the Profound Turtle Demon Monarch, then he waved his hand and said, "Let him in."
The Profound Turtle Demon Monarch looked dried-up and skinny, like a bamboo pole, old and decrepit, as if he'd drop dead of old age in the very next second. Facing the Single-Horned Demon Monarch's somewhat sour expression, he smiled and said, "Single-Horned Immortal, you're still as petty as ever."
The Single-Horned Demon Monarch's face turned ugly. He gave a cold snort and said, "If you've got business, spit it out."
