398 Curse

Elsewhere, in a small grotto-heaven in the human world.

A golden-armored envoy stood there, while Nine Abyss and the North Sense took the initiative to welcome him. They bowed respectfully. "Envoy."

"Nine Abyss, you know what the Imperial Lords have instructed you to do, right?" asked the golden-armored envoy.

"I understand," said Nine Abyss respectfully.

"Yes."

The golden-armored envoy flipped his hand and took out a long, crystalline box. He handed it to Nine Abyss. "This is yours. Don't disappoint the Imperial Lord."

Nine Abyss's eyes burned as he looked at the box. He received it excitedly and said, "The Imperial Lords can rest assured. I will definitely do my best."