"Elder Duanmu Hong, please!"
Lin Bai led Elder Duanmu Hong down the stairs, heading toward the bottom of the Night King.
All the way down, Elder Duanmu Hong's eyes remained fixed on the cloud boat. It seemed this was also her first time seeing this colossal object that had existed for a hundred thousand years.
"I really didn't expect the Devil Palace to give even the Night King to the Imperial Son! Heh heh..." After gradually arriving at the bottom, Elder Duanmu Hong could not help sneering.
"It wasn't given to me. It was merely given for me to use," Lin Bai replied flatly.
"What difference does that make?" Elder Duanmu Hong said disdainfully. "The Duanmu Family asked the Devil Palace for this item so many times in the past, yet the Devil Palace simply ignored us."
"And yet they actually handed it to the Imperial Son!"
"They're really biased!"
Lin Bai was speechless inwardly.
The Night King was a fortress forged by the Holy Lord a hundred thousand years ago for waging war across the Myriad Realms. In the Devil Palace, it was an extremely important strategic resource!
When the Night King was operated at full power, it was enough to withstand an attack from a Great Mystic Art User.
How could such a precious treasure be casually bestowed upon a Devil Palace martial artist?
Even though Lin Bai temporarily possessed the Night King, he did not dare tell outsiders that it belonged to him.
After all... even if the Devil Palace gave the Night King to Lin Bai, he could not afford to maintain such a colossal thing.
The Night King's daily consumption and the operation of its formations all required an extremely vast amount of immortal jade and spirit stones as supplements.
Of course, the Night King