Devil Palace Hall.
Lin Xuan sat on the Demon Dragon Throne with his four little darlings, while Mu Youqing sat at the jade table to his right.
Below the hall.
Wu Ning, Wu Tianbie, Song Ji, and a group of princes and ministers sat in ranks on either side, all looking at Lin Xuan with reverence.
To Wu Tianbie and the others, they had long heard of some of Lin Xuan's great deeds in the Heavenly Devil Realm.
His supreme cultivation, peerless techniques, overbearing and ruthless manner, and the lofty aura of a banished immortal who looked down upon all beneath heaven—every one of these made Wu Tianbie and the others revere him from the bottom of their hearts.
What Wu Tianbie and the others cared about most, naturally, was Lin Xuan's identity as the Emperor Consort of the Northern Profound Heaven.
Wu Tianbie had long heard from friends in the Southern Region that among the hundred thousand devil kingdoms there, quite a few had already submitted to the Northern Profound Heaven.
And ever since Empress Profound Ice opened the trade routes between the Northern Profound Heaven and the nations of the Southern Region, those nations had flourished day by day, becoming ever more prosperous. The people's lives had also risen with the tide, climbing steadily higher.
All of this made Wu Tianbie exceedingly envious.
Yet because his Crimson Flame Kingdom was merely a remote nation in the Eastern Region and not particularly large, Wu Tianbie had never found an opportunity to show goodwill toward the Northern Profound Heaven.
But now, Wu Ning's birthday banquet had, by a twist of fate, invited Lin Xuan to the Crimson Flame Kingdom. It was truly a heaven-sent opportunity.
Wu Tianbie knew that if he served the Empress's husband well today, the Crimson Flame