"You're a devil? I didn't think anyone as strong as your Race would come here." Wang Ling didn't really mind the bald captain devil. His words were rather harsh, but his tone was calm and collected. He didn't sense any killing intent, so he didn't respond with his own.
"Come on, don't talk like that, you're from the Holy Race and you're in this dump as well, right? Why just because I am a Devil I cannot go to the lower worlds?"
"Huh? No, that is not what I—"
"Haha, look at you acting so jittery about this kind of interaction young White Ring."
"White Ring? Wh-what does that even mean." For the first time in a long time, Wang Ling was not on the receiving end of confusing someone. He was left flabbergasted, the terminologies, the stories he should be knowing as a part of the Holy Race, all of it was unbeknownst to him thus leaving him clueless.