Primordial Desolation: The Mortal Storyteller, with an Audience of Saints
Chapter 682

Feng Ming

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Ordinary demons watched with burning envy, gnashing their teeth. They were all demons, so how could the gap between them be so enormous?

Just as the winds and clouds were surging, the Heavenly Court was suddenly struck by a thunderous piece of joyous news.

Bai Ze, the Demon Sage who knew astronomy above and every trivial detail below, was actually beaming with wild joy. He could not even be bothered to announce himself and charged straight into Di Jun's sleeping palace.

"Your Majesty! A momentous piece of good news! A momentous piece of good news!" His voice trembled, and his eyes flashed brilliantly.

Di Jun's brows furrowed, and a trace of displeasure swept through his heart.

Though Bai Ze was Di Jun's foremost confidant, with authority that reached the heavens, barging straight into the Heavenly Emperor's sleeping palace without being announced was still somewhat presumptuous. Di Jun's brows twitched, and a trace of displeasure passed through his heart. But before he could open his mouth to rebuke him, Bai Ze's next words exploded beside his ears like thunder, instantly suppressing all his irritation and instead stirring up intense curiosity.

"What is the matter that has you so flustered?" Di Jun asked in a deep voice, his gaze as sharp as lightning.

Only then did Bai Ze suddenly recover his senses, cold sweat quietly beading on his forehead. He dropped to his knees with a thump and said in a slightly trembling voice, "This subject has been disrespectful! I entered the sleeping palace without an imperial summons. I beg Your Majesty to punish me!"

The corners of Di Jun's lips lifted, but a secret delight stirred in his heart. This feeling of being high above all others, holding life and death in his hands, was one of the most addictive things

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