Long Yan looked at the three, no, three demons as they chattered back and forth, incessantly complaining about how long the Ice Girl had been crying.
Long Yan found these anthropomorphic actions strangely peculiar. When he first arrived on the Sixth Layer, he hadn't heard any monsters speak, but now here were four.
Seeing the odd expression on Long Yan's face, the three demons all looked disparagingly at him with contempt in their eyes, as if mocking Long Yan for his lack of worldly experience.
Black lines appeared above Long Yan's head; this wasn't his fault at all. Seriously, who could remain calm upon seeing a cat, an umbrella, and a bear talking? If there was such a cultivator, Long Yan would genuinely like to meet them.
"Sorry for disturbing the True God."
Ice Girl said to Long Yan, her eyes slightly reddened within the cubes of ice, which confused Long Yan about what to say.
"So, what is this about a treacherous lover they mentioned?"
