Situ Xuan looked at her nervous expression, smiled, and spoke in an even tone.
"You don't need to be nervous. I don't have any ill will toward your younger sister. It just so happens that the intelligence department under me found a little information about her."
When Leng Yaozhu heard that, her pupils abruptly contracted. She shot to her feet, her voice filled with excitement she could not suppress.
"What did you say? You know where my sister is?!"
While the war to unify Douluo Planet was in full swing...
Inside the office of Mingdu's Presidential Palace, Situ Xuan was lowering his head as he dealt with battle reports sent in from various regions. His fingertips brushed over the paper, his expression calm.
Suddenly, without the slightest warning, ripples stirred through the space inside the office. A slender figure slowly stepped out from a Space Rift, without alerting a single guard.
It was an incomparably cold and stunning woman. Her long purple-black hair fell to her waist, and faint dark-purple demonic markings covered the area around her brows and eyes. She wore a pitch-black long dress, its hem embroidered with eerie thorn patterns. Faint black mist and lightning curled around her, and her brows and eyes were icy, without a trace of warmth, as if she were ten-thousand-year ice that would never melt.
Situ Xuan slowly raised his head, still holding a report of victory from the front lines between his fingers. He looked at the uninvited guest before him with great interest, the corner of his mouth curving into a playful arc.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be that Demon Empress of the Holy Spirit Cult?"
The Demon Empress was silent for a moment, then nodded lightly. Her cold, clear voice sounded within the office.
"That is me."