It depends on this Lord’s mood

With just a glance, Hell's Lord could see that she had a problem with her cultivation. Instead of continuing to hold on to the previous topic, he asked, "Did you meet a bottleneck in your cultivation?"

Feng Jiu's eyes lit up and quickly sat down opposite him. "Mm. I'm currently at the peak Martial Master rank. I've been continuously cultivating these days, but I can't break through. I probably missed the chance and I'm thinking about going out."

Hell's Lord looked askance at her, "Do you want to leave this Lord behind and lie low until the fuss dies down?"

"Hey hey, how's that possible? I was thinking of asking you if you want to come together?" Her plan was exposed. She smiled embarrassedly and tried to remedy it.

"Hmph! If you want to invite this Lord to go with you, that depends on this Lord's mood." Hell's Lord snorted coldly. He was clearly delighted inside, but still arrogantly putting on airs.