Wen Lingcui looked solemnly into the distance at Iron Net Mountain, then nodded. "Yes!"
Song Jingyue couldn't help but feel increasingly shocked in her heart. "Heavens, just how powerful must this great figure be!"
Wen Lingcui's expression showed admiration as she softly spoke, "The greatest Nether Monarch of all time—what do you think, is he formidable?"
Nether Monarch...
This title caused Song Jingyue's heart to tremble even more, and she couldn't resist asking, "Master, didn't you mention that there are no Nether Monarchs in the Ghost Realm anymore?"
"Of course, there are!"
"Then where is he now? Is he in the central plane of the Ghost Realm?" Song Jingyue, like an inquisitive child, asked question after question.
But Wen Lingcui's expression suddenly changed, her face turning grim as she shook her head firmly. "Jingyue, we can talk about this between master and disciple, but under no circumstances should you ever speak of this to outsiders!"