That Left Demon Emperor was genuinely generous. This fief was pretty good!
Transforming into a demon wind, he soared into the sky and looked down upon the land. With the Mountain Patrolling Seal, the entire fief lay clear at a glance.
To the west ran a great river. Its eastern bank was his fief, stretching five hundred li eastward.
The terrain consisted mainly of hills and plains.
The plains took up a considerable portion, around one-third. Most lay close to the riverbank, forming alluvial plains with fertile soil and abundant water. There were vast stretches of forest, and—oh, plots upon plots of spirit herb gardens. So this place had long since been developed.
As far as the eye could see, there were quite a few demons in these forests. There were three Third-grade Great Demons alone, twenty-eight fourth-grade demons, nearly a thousand fifth-grade demons, roughly three thousand sixth-grade demons, and a full thirty thousand Seventh Rank demons.
They were all demon soldiers organized into proper formations, currently gathered in open areas as they awaited inspection and handover.
There were also large numbers of eighth-grade minor demons for labor. Yes, not a single ninth-grade Sprite was qualified to enter.
This fief had probably belonged to some imperial relative before.
The Left Demon Emperor truly was a fine demon. Wang Wu was already starting to worship it.
This was what it meant to employ people without sticking to convention, to welcome talent so eagerly that one kicked off one's shoes to greet them. What was sincerity? This was sincerity.
Rather than be a dog for the human race, he might as well work for the Left Demon Emperor.
At that moment, Wang Wu was truly moved. What virtue or ability did he possess to deserve this?
Looking again at the northeast and