Inside the Prison Divine Palace, Su Han had just entered and saw the short-statured Earth Deity.
The Earth Deity gripped a wooden staff and wore rough cloth garments, looking extremely ordinary, devoid of any divine majesty, yet Su Han dared not underestimate him.
At this moment, the Earth Deity was fully awake. His face, as small as a palm, was covered in deep wrinkles; he was smiling, resembling a crumpled chrysanthemum, looking somewhat creepy.
"Is this the descendant of the Cruel Demon Emperor? I, the humble Earth Deity, have met the lord!"
The Earth Deity surprisingly made a respectful gesture to Su Han, performing a greeting ritual.
This made Su Han furrow his brows slightly, unsure of just what kind of trick the Earth Deity was trying to pull.
