"Uncle Tai, Father said you had a surprise for me?"
The Devil Emperor Palace's Holy Son asked with a cheerful smile.
He treated the Devil Emperor Palace's envoy differently from everyone else and never put on airs around him.
The envoy smiled warmly. "Reporting to the Holy Son, this old servant does indeed have a surprise to present to you."
The Devil Emperor Palace's Holy Son smiled. "Uncle Tai, hurry up and tell me."
The old servant then recounted everything about the Myriad Immortals Sect. When the Devil Emperor Palace's Holy Son heard it, his expression instantly turned serious. "The Myriad Immortals Holy Son went to the Ancient Road and returned safely?"
He bristled.
Only those who had truly been to the Ancient Road understood how complicated things were there. No one could afford to underestimate anyone.
And anyone who made it back alive from the Ancient Road was no ordinary person.
"Rest assured, Holy Son. He returned as soon as his journey on the Ancient Road ended."
"He was eliminated, and his strength is nowhere near yours."
The old servant smiled warmly.
His family had served as slaves for generations. They had served three Holy Sons over three consecutive generations, and the old servant was the third.
Though he held an esteemed position, one that even many elders could not match, he had always harbored a wish—to be freed from his slave status.
He even often dreamed of becoming an elder of the Devil Emperor Palace.
After all, many of the sect's elders treated him deferentially and often fawned over him.
The old servant believed he had the ability to earn such a position. He knew the Holy Son's temperament: whenever he was in a good mood, he rewarded people generously.
He would even let the person in question