"By order of the Valley Master, no living being except Yao may set foot inside the valley without permission."
Outside the secluded valley, Ye stood tall and straight, his expression calm as he gazed at the two Devil Race Supremes before him. Not a flicker of emotion stirred in his eyes.
He was now an adult, his features fully matured. His hair was as black as jade, and the exuberant vitality of his blood gave his skin a luminous sheen. His eyes seemed veiled in a layer of cold mist, deep and unfathomable.
Yao often came here, but there were always people following behind her. Di Beichen, standing before him now, was one such person.
Shi Lan naturally had no intention of welcoming these people. She was deeply opposed to living beings barging into her domain without permission.
Even powerhouses like the God King, whose cultivation had reached a certain level, came and went like the wind. They never bothered to announce themselves, not even with a brief warning.
To avoid disturbances like this, Shi Lan had laid layer upon layer of arrays around the valley and left Ye this order.
After returning from the Heavenly Court, word spread that she had taken first place. Many powerhouses from the mixed-blood lineage, the God Race, the demons, and the devils came to visit, offering congratulations and gifts.
The God Race were particularly eager. The four most powerful lineages had all extended a friendly hand, hoping to bring her bloodline into their families.
Her innate talent alone made it clear how far her descendants might grow. At a time when the God Race's younger generation was struggling to produce successors, that made her all the more important.
Their offers were generous and sincere, but Shi Lan felt no temptation—only vexation. So she