Rong Xingyu looked at it, his eyes calm as if he had already seen through everything.
"Actually, all along, the one you've been calling master hasn't been me, right?" Rong Xingyu's hand resting on his leg moved slightly, his fingers tapping rhythmically.
His tone was as casual as if he were asking what to eat for dinner, yet it made the plush ball freeze completely in midair.
"The master you're talking about should be another Rong Xingyu?"
Rong Xingyu blinked his eyes and keep continuing as if he had no idea how shocking his words were. "Mm, or maybe he isn't even called Rong Xingyu. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence, with so many 'Rong Xingyus'?"
"H-how did you know?!" The plush ball stared at Rong Xingyu in shock.
It was starting to doubt its entire 'system' existence.
There was already one great demon king who had vaguely sensed the truth of the world long ago and had torn through space to chase after it directly.
