When Hu Jiu Jiu returned to the Demon Realm with Yao Chen, carrying those slightly complicated feelings, the Demon Saint Hall at the heart of the Demon Realm made her brow knit tight at once.
Something had happened.
"Damn it."
"What's wrong?"
"Your disciples."
Hu Jiu Jiu's heart clenched. Wind rose beneath her feet, and she abruptly sped up. When Yao Chen heard what Hu Jiu Jiu was saying, his heart could not help but jolt as well.
No way, right?
They shouldn't have been so heavy-handed, should they?
Yao Chen could not help muttering inwardly.
But no matter what, he immediately caught up with Hu Jiu Jiu. If they really had gone too far, he would probably have to clean up the mess himself.
Under the same worry at this moment, the two of them were fearing completely opposite things.
And just as the two of them returned to Demon Saint Hall one after the other, everything unfolding before their eyes inevitably plunged them into a trace of hesitation.
This was...
"Ah, you're finally back. Looks like you returned in triumph?"
Seated in her chair, Yao Wan watched the two of them return, then revealed a faint smile.
Yao Wan's reaction was perfectly normal... if one ignored the situation around her.
"Demon—Demon Saint?!"
The armored, sword-bearing guards around them and those few old men were kneeling miserably on the ground, as if Thousand Ren Mountains were pressing down on their bodies, unable to move, cold sweat pouring down their faces. Only when Hu Jiu Jiu and Yao Chen returned did they finally let out trembling voices in extreme distress.
"This is—"
Even Hu Jiu Jiu could not help taking a deep breath, not knowing whether she should feel embarrassed or secretly relieved.
"Senior Demon Saint has returned."
"To be