"It was that girl, Di Nüfeng!"
Divine Grass Mountain, Mountain Master Peak.
At the summit, fierce winds howled, making Li Xuanxiao's robes snap and flutter.
He stood alone atop a jutting boulder. Beneath his feet churned a sea of clouds, while layered mountain ranges stretched into the distance, all laid bare before his eyes.
In his hand, he held a letter sealed with wax.
The wax bore the mark of a fire phoenix spreading its wings to take flight—the exclusive emblem of Di Nüfeng.
His fingertips moved slightly, and the wax seal shattered at once.
Li Xuanxiao drew out the letter. A faint scorching heat washed over him, as though the warmth of the writer's fingertips still lingered on the paper.
His gaze fell upon the handwriting, wild and uninhibited, its force piercing through the page—just like Di Nüfeng herself.
"Seeing these words is like seeing me. (^▽^)"
The emoticon at the beginning made Li Xuanxiao pause slightly, then the corners of his lips curved upward of their own accord.
He could practically see Di Nüfeng sitting upon her throne in the Devil Palace, surrounded by lava.
Listening impatiently to her subordinates' reports on one side while biting her pen and frowning, trying hard to draw a prettier smiling face.
Only for it to end up looking adorably foolish like this.
The image was so vivid that it scattered some of the chill from the mountaintop.
The letter went on at great length, every line brimming with undisguised pride.
Boiled down, its core message was only one thing.
Under the iron hand and ingenious methods of her, the Great Devil King, Heavenly Fiend Hall—
Had already gone from turmoil to stability, and had even secretly supported a mortal kingdom as its foundation.
Now was the crucial time for recruiting troops