"Dao Venerable, please see clearly—your subordinate has no choice. I dare not defy the Demon Lord's orders."
Seeing Molo being so obedient, Xuan Qing decided not to make things difficult for him.
"Luohu, are you coming out or not? If you don't, I'll tear down your palace."
Xuan Qing took a spiritual fruit from a nearby attendant, munching on it as he looked around.
Luohu really knew how to enjoy himself. The entire palace was filled with beautiful female attendants, and the Great Hall was extravagantly decorated—even more splendid than Hongjun's Zixiao Palace.
"Don't!"
Luohu knew he could no longer hide, so he had no choice but to appear, glaring at Xuan Qing through gritted teeth.
"Tch, wasn't it just that I beat you up back then? How many years has it been, and you're still holding a grudge?"
Xuan Qing said it casually, but when Luohu heard it, he truly wanted to swallow Xuan Qing whole.
Was that merely a beating? That had been humiliation before Hongjun and the others. He, Luohu, would remember that grudge for the rest of his life.
Watching Luohu's expression shift wildly, Molo nearly failed to suppress his laughter.
Other than Xuan Qing, there truly was no one in the entire Prehistoric Era who could keep their Demon Lord in check.
Luohu shot Molo a fierce glare, frightening him into not daring to look around anymore. Only then did Luohu ask, "What are you here for this time? Don't tell me you just came to look around?"
"Huh? How did you know? I was bored, so I came for a stroll."
Luohu truly wanted to spit Xuan Qing to death. He would believe such words from anyone but Xuan Qing.
"But honestly, as Primordial Heaven and Earth's Origin has strengthened, your Heavenly Demon Realm