"Siming, how long have you been in the Netherworld Prison?" The Netherworld Ghost Lord didn't answer his question, instead, he looked at him with a smile in his eyes.
Siming had a hint of confusion in his eyes, yet he still respectfully replied, "Five years."
"Time really flies, five years have passed in the blink of an eye. How have I treated you these past five years?" The Netherworld Ghost Lord seemed to sigh, then looked at him and asked.
"Master has treated me very well."
"That's good, now it's time for you to repay me." The Netherworld Ghost Lord locked his gaze on Siming's body. Suddenly, he moved, and the next moment, he appeared right in front of Siming, his hand fiercely gripping Siming's throat.
