The Central Hall stood at the heart of the Heavenly Demon Clan's palace complex in the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss. Grand and magnificent, it was guarded with extreme vigilance. Zitian, Ziyang, and Ziyun strode inside. On either side of the hall, Heavenly Demon Realm experts and commanders stood in orderly ranks like civil and military officials of ancient China. Upon the imperial throne sat a solemn man who looked to be in his thirties, with a square face and long white hair.
The moment the three entered the hall, they dropped to their knees. Zitian lowered his head deeply, nearly pressing it to the floor. "Emperor Moyuan, Demon Lord Zitian has failed to live up to your expectations!"
Emperor Moyuan merely looked at him quietly without replying.
Three seconds passed, and the atmosphere in the hall became strange.
Without a response from Emperor Moyuan, Zitian did not dare raise his head.
Five seconds passed before Emperor Moyuan suddenly asked, "Zitian... should I address you as Demon Lord Zitian? Or Envoy Zitian?"
Zitian's entire body trembled. "Your Majesty, Zitian... does not understand what you mean..."
Emperor Moyuan raised his left hand toward the three of them. An invisible force supported their bodies and lifted them to their feet. "Demon Lord Zitian was once a great general of my Heavenly Demon Clan. He was loyal and devoted, giving all he had until his dying breath. If your race is finished using his body, I ask that you bury him underground, sparing him the misery of being devoured by wolves and wild dogs and left without a resting place..."
Zitian raised his head and saw Emperor Moyuan's solemn expression.
Zitian let out a sigh and straightened his back. "May I ask how Emperor Moyuan discovered that Zitian had already been parasitized by us