The demon cultivator man waited for quite a while.
The dust on the table before him suddenly formed itself into a line of words.
"Acknowledged, have you remembered to bring the item I bestowed upon you for the messenger?"
Gazing at the dust, a flash of disgust clearly crossed his exquisite face, though the tone of his response was still fairly respectful.
"Rest assured, I have brought both."
"Good."
After forming this single word, the dust on the table became motionless.
However, the demon cultivator man didn't leave just yet. After a moment, he tried his best to control the emotion of wanting to clean up the dust, and then continued speaking with his slightly sharp voice.
