The long night stretched on. Within the Crown Prince's Estate, the plain-clothed figure gazed eastward and waited quietly.
On the horizon, dawn's radiance gradually drove away the darkness. As the first ray of morning light spilled across the earth, demonic qi churned above the void with astonishing intensity.
They were here!
Ning Chen's expression tightened slightly as he looked skyward. They had finally arrived.
"Thirteenth Prince, receive the order."
A powerful presence stepped out of the void, holding a Demonic Emperor's Token. "By the Demonic Emperor's decree, the Thirteenth Prince is to proceed at once to the northern battlefield and assist Prince Xuankong in resisting the Witch Clan army."
"Yes!"
Ning Chen bowed respectfully.
"Furthermore."
The Messenger Envoy looked at the Thirteenth Prince before him, his expression grave. "His Highness the Crown Prince, the two Demonic Emperors have issued a verbal decree, entrusting Your Highness with full responsibility for the peace negotiations. This is Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor's Demonic Emperor's Token. Should the need arise, Your Highness may speak directly with the two Demonic Emperors."
"Your subject accepts the decree."
Ning Chen reached out and accepted the Demonic Emperor's Token, his voice solemn.
"Gandharva, come forth."
With the imperial order delivered, the Messenger Envoy looked toward the void ahead and spoke.
As his words fell, the void twisted violently. An illusory, graceful figure appeared—a voluptuous girl, ribbons fluttering around her as she drifted through the air, beautiful enough to intoxicate all who beheld her.
"From today onward, you will be responsible for protecting the Thirteenth Prince's safety. Do you understand?" the Messenger Envoy said sternly.
"Yes!"
The girl gave a graceful curtsy.
Gandharva? One of the Eight Legions!
Ning Chen's expression shook involuntarily. The Heavenly Demon Eight Legions from ancient myth—they were actually still alive?
He had heard that long