Summary
It was the thirtieth day since I had been banished to the mortal realm.
A notification from the System appeared: The Cold-Faced King of Hell has achieved the fulfillment of the seven emotions. Task complete.
But just as I was about to leave, the man grabbed my wrist, the corners of his eyes flushed a deep crimson.
“Ying Yingzhu, you think you can just leave after provoking me?”