The Yin Messenger followed the gaze of the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy and said, "The lowest grade of the Tongling technique. This kid," he said, looking back at the boy, "has quite a bit of ambition."
"Come here," the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy shouted.
Instantly, the white-haired woman stopped her pursuit, turned, and looked towards the boy.
"What's going on?" Mu Anxiao stopped and looked at the boy, panting.
Shen Yan released Mu Anxiao's arm, his eyes narrowing. "Someone is indeed raising demons here."
"What are you talking about?" Mu Anxiao was completely lost.
Shen Yan didn't bother to explain much to Mu Anxiao. He walked forward and looked at the Yin Messenger, saying, "Indeed, she is your demon."
At the same time, the white-haired woman turned and let out two cries towards Shen Yan.
Mu Anxiao swallowed and took half a step back, deliberately avoiding the monster.
"It seems your ambition is truly not small," Shen Yan said, unfazed by the white-haired woman.
"Yes, it proves that gods can also be..." The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy glanced at the white-clothed woman, "...corrupted, though the process is a bit troublesome."
"Why are you doing this?" Shen Yan asked coldly.
"You claim to be deities, so I want to see just how capable you are." The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy smiled sinisterly and commanded sternly, "Eat them."
"Aow aow..." The white-haired woman cried out twice and instantly reached out her grey fingers, tipped with long nails, towards Shen Yan.
Shen Yan sidestepped, dodging her direct attack, and said, "If you wish to go to hell, then continue."
Hearing Shen Yan's words, the white-haired woman's eyes widened, and she hesitated.
Mu Anxiao squatted in the corner, covering his ears tightly with both hands, closing his eyes, and repeatedly chanting, "Can't see me, can't see me."
The Yin Messenger glanced at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, sighed, and looked back at Mu Anxiao, who was squatting in the corner. With a slight smile, he said, "You carry on, I'll go check on that guy."
Shen Yan glanced at the Yin Messenger but said nothing.
The white-haired woman looked at her fingers and let out soft, low cries.
Shen Yan said, "You became like this, you should ask the one behind you."
The white-haired woman opened her mouth, slowly turned, and looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who was glaring at her, crying out.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy couldn't understand what the white-haired woman was saying at all and became impatient. "What are you crying about? Hurry up, I am your master."
The white-haired woman cried out twice and turned to look at Shen Yan, as if asking him to help convey her meaning to the boy.
Shen Yan nodded slightly and translated, "She's asking, what does 'master' mean?"
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy glanced at Shen Yan and said sternly, "Master means you are my demon. From today onwards, whatever I tell you to do, you will do. If you dare to disobey my will, you will only..." His eyes narrowed. "...die."
"Aow aow."
Shen Yan looked at the white-haired woman and said, "Her meaning is, you weren't truly saving her back then?"
"I was truly saving you then, but who knew you were such a useless piece of trash, someone who couldn't kill or help me. I'm helping you now, turning you into a true demoness. You should thank me," the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy said, slowly opening his palm glowing with red light and exclaiming, "Go."
The next second, the white-haired woman moved her neck, then cried out twice before turning and ruthlessly extending her hand, grabbing Shen Yan's shoulder.