"I was just worried about your injuries, and Red Boy's too. This time, your injuries nearly cost you your lives."
Crimson Lotus Demoness turned to glance at Red Boy beside her. His body was trembling slightly, his face pale, as though he was forcing himself to endure the pain while kneeling in place.
"This was all done by that bastard Jade Scholar. He even struck at his own people."
Crimson Lotus Demoness looked toward the black smoke, then immediately spoke.
"Oh..." A long sigh came from within the black smoke before it said, "Jade Scholar? That fellow never belonged here in the first place. I gave him power, but I never expected him to harbor ulterior motives. I should have realized it sooner. This is also my fault for failing to anticipate it."
A subtle change passed through Crimson Lotus Demoness's eyes. The Evil Emperor was simply like this. His illness made his moods wildly unpredictable. When he was happy, no matter what mistake you made, he would care for and forgive you in every way. But when he was angry, even the slightest mistake—or merely displeasing him—would show you just how cruel his methods could be.
The Black Smoke Without a Shape
The Black Smoke Without a Shape
Still, Crimson Lotus Demoness was ultimately relieved. She had originally thought that after fleeing back from the myriad heavens, even if the Evil Emperor did not kill her, she would at least suffer endless torment.
But luck seemed to be on her side this time. At that moment, the Evil Emperor was in the "happy" phase of his incurable mood disorder.
In that case, everything would be fine. At the very least, she would not be punished, much less killed.
Suddenly, two pills flew out of the black smoke, gleaming with