Soul Devourer’s lip curled. “But this guy wields some Dragon Bell that’s capable of replacing the Roaring Storm Bell.

Thanks to that, I continued to be sealed in for several more days. Tell me, Stebarin, was it Malevolent Path Hall that stole the Roaring Storm Bell from Roaring Storm Church?”

Not daring to lie, Stebarin bowed low. “Yes, My Lord. We knew the seal had to be reinforced with the Roaring Storm Bell every hundred years, so we stole it. That way, it’d be easier for you and the demonic souls to break the seal.”

A thin smile touched Soul Devourer’s lips. “Then I ought to thank you, huh?”

Stebarin straightened half an inch, missing the menace beneath the courtesy. “There is no need, My Lord. We are all Demonic Cultivators. Helping one another is only natural.”

To Stebarin’s surprise, Soul Devourer let out a cold snort. “You stole the Roaring Storm Bell and freed us only because you guys wish to harvest my demonic souls for your cultivation. Isn’t that right?”

His contemptuous grunt echoed like distant thunder.