As if able to tell that Mo Wuhen didn’t believe it, the Netherworld Abyssal added, “Those are the facts. I believe them, regardless of whether you do or not.”

With that, it withdrew its head and disappeared into the mists, giving Mo Wuhen no opportunity to ask follow-up questions.

The corners of Mo Wuhen’s lips twitched.

The Netherworld Abyssal’s behavior was highly indicative of a guilty conscience. This only made him increasingly convinced that it had deliberately let Su Yi into the Divine Cave of the River of Forgetfulness.

This Su Yi kid’s origins are surely extraordinary. I have to get to the bottom of this! 

He’d only just thought this when the Netherworld Abyssal’s voice emanated from within the mist once more, “I’m warning you! Don’t bother Su Yi, or else… hmph! The consequences will be more than a mere Meng Po Palace can bear!”

Mo Wuhen’s heart shook, and his expression filled with uncertainty.

The Netherworld Abyssal was from the Sea of Bitterness, and it was wantonly proud and vicious by nature. Throughout its time in Meng Po Palace, it had never taken him or any of the other old-timers seriously.

Not even Yun Ziying; the beast saw him as a...