The Netherworld Nine Soul Envoys could be regarded as the foremost among Frost Tears, without equal.
But at this moment, even though Zhou Yan had left, he still watched him leave with utmost respect.
He had been slapped across the face and even offered his other cheek for Zhou Yan to slap, as if not only did he not find it unbearable, but he actually felt it was an honor.
"With his current situation, it could hardly be so that even the Netherworld Nine Soul Envoys with their ulterior motives would act like this, could it? What exactly is the reason?"
Zhuge Guyan was somewhat puzzled in his heart, some things were even more confusing to him. Even the commands issued by Lei Yan King seemed strange to him.
He glanced thoughtfully at Zhuge Jiayue and then noticed that in Jiayue's beautiful pupils seemed to reflect a different kind of grace.
"This is—"
Zhuge Guyan's heart shivered, as he seemed to have perceived something.
