"Ming Cigeng, is that kid a human or an imperial nether devil? He looks so weird," asked Mo Wufeng while Xiang Shaoyun was conversing with Ye Chaomu.

Ming Cigeng replied indifferently, "Nineteenth prince of our clan, personally appointed by the Nether Monarch."

Mo Wufeng raised his brow in astonishment. "Personally appointed by the Nether Monarch? No wonder he has so many tricks up his sleeve. Looks like your clan has gained an outstanding young man."

"What do you mean? You think everyone else in our clan is useless?" Ming Cigeng was unhappy.

"You have a lot of clan members, but few of them are as capable as that kid," said Mo Wufeng.

"What about that little girl? Is she really an undying...