"Master, is it appropriate to let True Lord Duobao go?"
Watching Duobao leave in irrepressible delight, Shen Yao was somewhat worried. He knew exactly what sort of temperament Daoist Duobao had.
If his own master had a cold, detached nature, then Daoist Duobao was famously fiery. Though both were skilled at magical combat, his master never took the initiative to seek people out for duels, much less took pleasure in fighting and battle. Daoist Duobao, however, had the nature of a killing god. He was good at magical combat and battle precisely because this lord loved magical combat and battle; if he went a single day without fighting, his bones would itch.
Letting a killing god like that go to the Chengyue Sea Realm—wouldn't he turn the heavens upside down?
He feared that when the time came, even being in the right would become being in the wrong.
Inside the Judicial Hall, incense smoke curled upward, blue wisps winding through the air. At the base of each blue stone pillar, cloud patterns were gilded in gold; at the top, coiling dragons held candles in their mouths, lighting the Judicial Hall bright and clear, making the star-sea diagram upon the domed ceiling gleam brilliantly. As radiance spilled down, the four demons knelt upon the ink-black jade floor, cold as ice, not daring to rise as they awaited Jiang Sheng's judgment.
Upon the three-tiered jade platform, Jiang Sheng leaned back against the twin-dragon circular wall, turning an order arrow in his hand. The four demons' eyes followed that order arrow as it spun in Jiang Sheng's hand, terrified that in the next instant he would fling it out and have them escorted to the Demon-Slaying Platform.
"I understand your concern."
Jiang Sheng's voice was gentle, and he did not seem angry. Pressing