"Senior..."
Ning Daoran slumped to the ground, rubbing his comically swollen face, "Just laugh if you want to, holding it in must be exhausting."
"Wahahahahahahahaha~~~"
The Nine Hells' Emperor immediately burst into hearty laughter, clutching his stomach. After a while, he finally said, "Young Friend Ning, for some reason, seeing a peerless genius like you get humbled brings such joy to one's heart."
"Same here."
Ning Daoran replied, "If I could see a Nascent Soul Stage senior like you get humbled, I suppose even I wouldn't be able to hold back my laughter."
"So, did you come to any conclusions this time, Young Friend Ning?"
"Hmm."
Ning Daoran nodded, "I need to retreat for secluded cultivation. With my current level of cultivation, defeating you as you were back then is still an impossibility. I must further supplement certain aspects of my strength to make it achievable."
"Very well."
The Nine Hells' Emperor nodded his head, "I shall await your return from retreat!"
