The atmosphere in the hall was awkward.
The Great General had originally planned to frolic with his beautiful concubine before the Demon King arrived, then tidy his appearance once the gate announced her arrival and leave the Flood Dragon Maiden with a bright, majestic impression. Perhaps he might even win her admiration. Who could have expected events to take such an unexpected turn? He cursed inwardly that lust had brought this disaster upon him.
They sat on opposite sides of the main hall, Bai Yujun and Qing Ling each seated before a low table.
They were not sitting cross-legged, but in a posture similar to kneeling: both knees on the ground, calves flat against the floor with the tops of their feet facing down, buttocks resting on their calves and heels, hands folded between their legs, backs straight. It was a polite and dignified posture suited to serious occasions. Bai Yujun could hold it easily, while Qing Ling shifted once or twice now and then, uncomfortable all over.
There was no need to deliberately conceal them now. Her dragon horns drew sidelong glances from everyone in the hall.
Those present were all trusted people from both sides. Bai Yujun had brought only Qing Ling to the meeting. Aside from several generals, the Yan Army had disciples from two sects, as well as a beautiful concubine who should not have been there at all.
Seated opposite was Commander Jiang, the Yan Army's current commander and future Human Emperor. Dressed in formal attire, he swept his gaze over the white-clad flood dragon maiden across from him. Qing Ling was not eye-catching enough; his gaze remained fixed on Bai Yujun.
There was no need to describe exactly how beautiful she was. She possessed an otherworldly air, like a celestial fairy descending from legend.