When Hu Jiujiu returned to the Demon Realm with Yao Chen, carrying somewhat complicated feelings, the Demon Saint Palace at the center of the Demon Realm made her unconsciously furrow her brows.
Something had happened.
"This is bad."
"What is it?"
"Your disciple."
Hu Jiujiu's heart immediately tightened. Wind rose beneath her feet as she abruptly accelerated. Upon hearing what Hu Jiujiu had said, Yao Chen's heart also skipped a beat.
No way...
They couldn't have been that careless with their strength, could they?
Yao Chen could not help but mutter to himself inwardly.
No matter what, he immediately caught up with Hu Jiujiu. If they truly had not held back, he would probably have to clean up the mess.
Though the two shared the same concern, they were worried about entirely opposite things happening.
As the two returned to the Demon Saint Palace one after the other, what they saw left them both momentarily hesitant.
This was...
"Ah, you're finally back. Looks like you returned victorious?"
Seated in her chair, Yao Wan looked at the two of them and revealed a faint smile.
Yao Wan's reaction was perfectly normal... if one ignored the situation around her.
"D-Demon Saint?!"
The armored guards wielding swords and the several elders around them were kneeling miserably on the ground. It was as though mountains weighed upon them, leaving them unable to move as cold sweat streamed down their faces. Only when Hu Jiujiu and Yao Chen returned did they manage to call out in trembling voices.
"This is—"
Even Hu Jiujiu could not help drawing in a breath. She did not know whether she ought to feel embarrassed or secretly relieved.
"Senior Demon Saint has returned."
"To be honest, there was a misunderstanding just now. We hope Senior Demon Saint will forgive us."