In that moment, Qin Xuan cursed Ji Boyan and eighteen generations of his ancestors in his mind.
'Just because my cultivation is the lowest, he's sending me up?!'
'That son of a bitch Ji Boyan, why don't you just drop dead!'
"I humbly accept the Demon Monarch's decree. It is my utmost honor," Qin Xuan said, bowing with the utmost respect.
Ji Boyan nodded, satisfied.
His figure vanished, yet the pressure on deck seemed to intensify.
All eyes focused on Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan felt his scalp go numb.
The East Sea sent a Purple Mansion Demon Cultivator to welcome the Holy Sect's Nascent Soul, intending to put Ji Boyan in his place. And what did he do? He just washed his hands of the whole affair, sending a Purple Mansion Cultivator like him instead.
'You, the East Sea Sect, send a Purple Mansion to greet me, a Nascent Soul? Fine. I'll send a Purple Mansion to deal with you…'
'Let's see how you save face now!'
But that was no different from throwing me into a pit of fire.
