The news of Jiang Wang's death in battle at Frost Wind Valley had come far too suddenly. One moment, Great Qi's youngest military-merit Marquis had still been carrying on his legend, fighting bravely and cutting down two Demon Kings in fury. The next, something had happened to him.
At the time, Bai Yuxia had still been studying detailed materials on the demon realm, considering how to map out a perfect route for Jiang Wang to earn merit during this trip to the Heavenly Prison.
As a retainer, he would naturally follow the Marquis of Wu'an's decisions. But offering sound counsel was also part of his duty.
With ears that caught all that was said in every direction, he had not missed the people's cheers over Jiang Wang's deeds. Nor had he missed their regret, confusion, and shock.
Flame Prison City was a great Human Race city built in the demon realm, its scale far surpassing that of an ordinary city in The Present World. One needed Divine Presence cultivation merely to meet the threshold for serving as its City Lord.
Moreover, this was a military city. Every person who remained here was a warrior meant to fight the Demon Race to the death.
They did not easily concede to anyone, nor did they have much patience for idle rumors snatched from the wind and caught from the shadows.
Bai Yuxia rushed out from the courtyard Flame Prison City had specially cleared out for the Marquis of Wu'an. He saw Fang Yuanyou clutching someone by the collar, roaring red-faced, "What did you say? What did you say!?"
The other personal guards under the Marquis of Wu'an's Estate had swarmed over as well, a whole crowd of them, each looking fierce and murderous.
The man Fang Yuanyou was gripping begged for mercy.