Although Zhang Yuanqing often mocked the Demon Lord for having rotten morals, being a prolific stud who slept with any pretty woman he saw, he actually harbored deep wariness and fear toward him.
His Role Card had come from the Demon Lord and was part of the Demon Lord's legacy. As a beneficiary, Zhang Yuanqing absolutely did not want to see the Demon Lord still alive.
Only a dead Demon Lord was a good Demon Lord.
Just think about it: if the Demon Lord were still alive, would he really give away the Lunar Moon fragment he had left in the Role Card, that electronic watch of unknown use, and all his various items to some unrelated person for nothing?
Other than the Demon Lord's widows, Zhang Yuanqing had inherited nearly everything he possessed.
If the Demon Lord was not dead, Zhang Yuanqing's doom would come.
Thus, over the past few months, Zhang Yuanqing had been extremely sensitive about whether the Demon Lord was truly dead or only faking it. Every now and then, he would scare himself; every now and then, he would dwell on it.
It was practically becoming a knot in his heart.
Now that they were discussing how Lunar Moon countered Stars, Zhang Yuanqing inevitably began to grow suspicious again.
"No."
After the brief panic, Zhang Yuanqing recalled a detail. The trait of the Demon Lord's successor that the Taiyi Sect Leader had publicly announced was a "black full moon."
Others might not know what a black full moon represented, but that strongest Night Wanderer certainly did.
He knew that the Demon Lord possessed a Lunar Moon fragment, yet he still dared to conclude that the Demon Lord was dead. That meant the Demon Lord really was dead.
There was no reason for the Taiyi Sect