Destiny Stolen

Although Li Xinghe was startled by Di Wujiang's reaction, he knew that aura was not directed at him.

Di Wujiang seemed to realize this as well and quickly withdrew his aura.

"Sorry. I remembered something."

The old man gave a dismissive smile and said nothing further.

Li Xinghe waved his hand, signaling Xiao Bai and Xiao Qing to withdraw.

Only after confirming that Di Wujiang bore no ill intent did the two slowly leave.

"Did you think of something, Senior?" Li Xinghe asked solemnly.

Di Wujiang fell silent for a moment before saying, "Some matters have nothing to do with you. They are this old man's private affairs."

"Although I don't know why Pantian chose you, your performance has satisfied me."

Li Xinghe frowned. Di Wujiang was definitely hiding something from him, but if the man refused to speak, there was no way he could force him.

Besides, his tone sounded strange. What did he mean by saying Li Xinghe had satisfied him?

Why did I need to satisfy you? Or rather, what gave me any reason to satisfy you?

Still, he kept those thoughts to himself and said nothing.

Di Wujiang continued, "As the new Demon God, your most urgent task is to increase your strength."

Li Xinghe naturally understood. If not for Xiao Bai and Xiao Qing acknowledging him, he would never have been able to hold the position of Demon God securely.

Although he had now cultivated the Great Dao of Time and become a Primordial Supreme,

his overall combat strength was probably only comparable to a Primordial Supreme Late Stage expert at most.

There were one hundred and eight Divine Generals in the Demon God Hall, some of whom had been appointed during the era of the First Generation Demon God.

Their cultivation ranged from the