"Let me go?" the Bitter Ghost, God of Killing, volunteered.
Ye Chenfeng, however, waved his hand, "No need, I'll have someone watch him."
"Alright, I didn't expect him to escape in the end! If I had known, I would have been more vigilant." the Bitter Ghost, God of Killing, said with a tone of self-reproach.
"Yoga Skill is truly terrifying. Luckily, I broke a seal, otherwise, it wouldn't have been as simple as being unconscious for three days," Ye Chenfeng spoke.
"Mmm, Death Angel is also a notorious assassin organization in the West. It's unexpected that their strongest ace practices India's Yoga Skill."
"Indeed, who would have thought."
"Divine King, I believe that by now all intelligence-rich organizations are aware that you're alive," said the Bitter Ghost, God of Killing, somewhat nervously.
