"Senior Sister."
Mu Chen walked over and slipped an object into Mandala's hand.
Mandala accepted it without a trace of movement, her face alight with excitement.
"Heh heh, Mandala. You certainly made me search high and low for you."
As a vast pressure of spiritual energy descended, space abruptly twisted. A gentle voice suddenly rang out across the heavens and earth, and a towering figure stepped forth.
He was an elegant young man, handsome, with shoulder-length black hair.
His features seemed carved from marble, sharply defined and full of clean lines.
His eyes were as black as the night sky, radiating masculine charm. Just one look was enough to leave people entranced.
The Holy Demon Emperor, Lu Heng!
Four elders of the Holy Demon Palace, all Earth Sovereigns, followed behind him.
Who would have thought that after Garuda and the Left Protector had died one after the other, the Holy Demon Palace still had a pawn who'd successfully hidden in the Heavenly Emperor Mausoleum and crushed a Space Teleportation Talisman?
"Lu Heng, you're too slow."
Mandala's golden eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
Back then, she had snapped off a branch and split apart her young bud, using a trick to deceive the heavens and cross the sea in order to escape the Ancient Heavenly Palace. Yet Lu Heng had still sensed something amiss and had secretly searched for her ever since.
The moment they came face to face, every disguise became meaningless. He saw through her on the spot.
"Not slow, not slow. As long as I can find you, every moment of waiting is worthwhile."
The Holy Demon Emperor, who looked like an elegant young man, wore a gentle smile. He spoke in a slow, unhurried manner, his temperament mild and seemingly disarming.
"The Holy Demon Emperor? What an