On the way to the Extreme Abyss.
Lu Wang couldn't help asking, "Lord Demon, the old dragon you said you know from the Extreme Abyss, could it be... that one?"
Feng Fuce wrapped his arm around Bai Zhi'er's waist, looking straight ahead, and replied with a light "hmm".
Bai Zhi'er, curious about their cryptic conversation, asked, "What are you talking about?"
Lu Wang sighed, "Eight hundred years ago, Lord Demon was heading out and was blocked by a dragon."
"That dragon wanted to make a bond with Lord Demon, pursued relentlessly, and Lord Demon, in a fit of anger, threw it into the Extreme Abyss."
Bai Zhi'er didn't quite understand: "What does it mean to make a bond?"
Feng Fuce shot a sidelong glance at Lu Wang: "Shut up."
Lu Wang dared not speak further.
Bai Zhi'er immediately stopped.
"Speak up, what are you afraid of? I'm here, there's nothing to fear!"
Feng Fuce's tone seemed threatening, "Lu, Wang."
