His gaze returned to Xiong Qi, and his voice, shallow and low, spoke once more.
"Captain Xiong, since Zaizai hasn't drunk the water, then you drink it!"
Though the voice was emotionless, Xiong Qi's heart inexplicably jumped.
Even more astonishing was that his hand seemed to disobey him, lifting the cup and pouring water into his own mouth.
Xiong Qi: "..."
Underworld King looked at him, his pale lips curving slightly, emitting an intense chill from the depths of his eyes.
He, the ruler of the underworld, had descended to the mortal realm, yet someone still dared to use dark arts to harm others, even targeting his daughter!
Did they think he, the Underworld King, was dead?
Though he seemed calm, his slender fingers were struggling to reach the severed thread on his daughter's neck, trying to reattach it quickly to prevent her head from falling.