Back then, he had not known the height of heaven or the depth of earth. With cultivation not even at the Great Sage realm, he had dared to roam recklessly through the Demon Realm. Looking back now, he had truly been too foolish and naive.
Artifact Emperor Heaven had countless experts, too many to measure, while the Demon Realm's foundations were no weaker than Artifact Emperor Heaven's. It had produced several Devil Lords—could it truly lack powerful experts?
The Fallen Angel Race was one of the Eight Great Royal Clans of the Demon Race. In terms of strength, its foundations were probably unimaginably profound. As for that man who had taken Ling Fei away back then, even by Ye Xiwen's current standards, he remained astonishingly unfathomable.
If he went looking for Ling Fei, he probably would not return alive.
Thinking of that, he recalled Manyun, that resolute woman whose goal had been to become the greatest Empress since ancient times. He wondered how she was doing now.
"You're distracted. What are you thinking about?" Ling Fei puffed out her cheeks like buns and glared at Ye Xiwen in dissatisfaction. Her gem-like eyes plainly conveyed one feeling: I'm very unhappy.
"Nothing." Ye Xiwen shook his head. "You still haven't told me—how did you run out? Don't let someone suddenly pop out again later. I can't beat your uncle. If he sees me with you again, he'll think I abducted you and took you out once more. Then I'll be dead for sure!"
"Heehee, so that's what you're afraid of. It's fine!" Ling Fei stood up, bent over, and patted Ye Xiwen on the head. "This time, I even left the Demon Realm. How could they find me so easily? The Myriad Realms are so vast—I can roam free for a long