Low-Tier Darkland!
Editor: Henyee Translations
There were three levels in that building. The higher you went, the lesser the dark apparitions and the higher their status.
The third level was where mid-tier devil emperors and above would move around.
Right then, in a room on the third level—Jefred, the mid-tier devil emperor, was sitting on a stone chair in a dimly lit room. He was sizing Wang Teng up amidst the shadows.
His voice was laced with indifference. "You're quite bold!"
"Thank you for the compliment," Wang Teng replied calmly, standing in a lower part of the room with a composed expression.
Jefred was stunned for a moment, not expecting that reply. He snorted and continued, "Do you think I'm praising you?"
"Erm… You're not?" Wang Teng pretended he didn't understand, scratching his head.
This fellow looks like an idiot.
Jefred felt at a loss. He stared at his junior and wondered if the latter was pretending, or if it was true stupidity.