"Netherworld God, seeing me, did anything come to mind?" the person asked.
"Something did," Feng Yueya nodded.
"Oh? Let's hear it." There was a hint of amusement in the person's tone.
Feng Yueya sized him up and slowly said,
"I've heard that the Dark Clan sprang from Hell. Seeing you, I knew, it must have been you who created the Dark Clan."
The person was taken aback, then burst into laughter.
"So, that's what you thought of. You're right, the Dark Clan indeed exists because of me. But do you know why I exist?"
Although he was formed from black smoke, Feng Yueya could still see behind the mask; he had a pair of exceedingly dark eyes.
Taking a step forward, she sneered, "From the way you speak, could it be that you exist because of me?"
"That's right, it's because of you that I exist," the person chuckled.
Feng Yueya froze. She had only guessed casually, but it was actually true that he existed because of her!
"Surprised, aren't you?" The person walked towards her.
