The wind fell silent in that instant, and the air became deathly quiet.
Ding Ning held onto Tuantuan, standing still, as the strong wind whipped up a ground strewn with rotten leaves. Moments later, a figure formed from decaying leaves appeared beside her.
"Rest assured, Lord, I will thoroughly control this human. The mission will be a complete success!" He lowered his head, his sharp and hoarse voice tinged with a trace of madness.
He stood respectfully by Ding Ning's side. He had always felt their Lord lacked aggression; possessing overwhelming power, yet among the human rankings for dungeons, she was only placed ninth.
And that ranking was only given after humans failed to find the exit, making it appear more prominent.
He always believed their Lord was more than just ninth.
Though these dungeons weren't in the same area, they could communicate, and sometimes even visit each other.
