Zhou Xuan sneered.
Off to the side, Big Child tossed that massive bone stick to Erwa: "Second, that Child spoke rudely to the Master. Go teach him some manners."
"Got it."
Erwa walked forward holding the club, and after a short while, waves of pained howls rang out nonstop.
Zhou Xuan asked Ning Yu again: "Old Ning, in this Secret Realm of mine, if you're a dragon you curl up, if you're a tiger you lie down. Don't try to go against me; you won't get any good out of it."
"I'll ask you one question, you answer one question. Try to cooperate a bit."
Zhou Xuan pressed his ear against the tree, and after hearing a few "yi woo, yi woo" sounds, he asked: "Why is it that your Reincarnation Temple monks change faces at night and turn all eerie and Demonic?"
"I…I don't know…"
"Why do those Monks worship the heavens? There's an eye in the sky—what's that about?"
Zhou Xuan asked again.
"I don't know either. Anyway, I have to go worship every night too."
