"Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun, envoy of the Demon Emperor Hao, requests an audience with the Grand General of Cavalry."
Outside the central command tent, Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun showed not the slightest emotional fluctuation. He announced himself with rigid formality before entering, then bowed halfway to Ye Zhen in accordance with protocol.
Before coming as an envoy, Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun had already made ample mental preparations.
Merely announcing himself before entering was nothing. He had long anticipated every other possible humiliation.
As long as he could successfully accomplish his objective, he would be one step closer to the throne of the Demon Emperor.
Ye Zhen had no intention of humiliating Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun here. There was no need.
This Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun was, by all accounts, Ye Zhen's enemy—his mortal enemy—but he was also an enemy worthy of respect.
"Crown Prince Congyun, I trust you have been well." After the formalities between nations, Ye Zhen, seated in the commander's chair, cupped his hands from afar toward Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun, who stood before him.
Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun froze for a moment, then returned the gesture. "It has been years since we last met. Marshal Ye's bearing surpasses even that of old!"
At this compliment, smiles appeared at the corners of the generals' mouths. Yet in the next instant, their expressions changed.
"However, I have not dared forget Teacher Qi Hong's death for a single day! Should the opportunity arise, I will surely take Marshal Ye's head and offer it in sacrifice before my teacher!"
The moment those words rang out, the generals in the command tent barked furious rebukes, their anger plain on their faces.
The arrow guards behind Ye Zhen,