Led by a female demon, Chu Yang parted ways with Li Heishui and the others, heading for the Main Hall of the palace.
After passing a cluster of buildings fashioned from white jade, the female demon and Chu Yang arrived one after the other before an ancient, unadorned hall.
This palace complex seemed to have existed for countless years, every corner steeped in a weighty, ancient air.
"Young Emperor Chu, please..." The female demon remained outside the door and did not enter.
Chu Yang nodded and walked straight into the hall.
The guards at the entrance did not stop him. By now, everyone in the Demon Race knew that Chu Yang was Princess Your Highness's prospective husband and bore the Demon Emperor's Heart.
It was no exaggeration to say that although he was not of the Demon Race, his standing among them was no less than that of a Great Power's descendant.
There were not many people in the hall. On one side sat Yan Ruyu, Qin Yao, and several elderly women.
Opposite them sat Peacock King and a man in green robes.
The green-robed man had a heroic face and a sturdy build, bearing quite a resemblance to the Green-robed Young Flood Dragon King.
Chu Yang's arrival left everyone present momentarily stunned. Qin Yao's beautiful eyes brightened, while Yan Ruyu's gaze carried a trace of hidden concern.
Peacock King threw back his head and laughed heartily. "We were just talking about you, and you came right over!"
"Come, sit here!"
He thought very highly of Chu Yang. The youth suited his temperament well—when faced with challenges from the great Holy Lands and aristocratic families, he fought when he wanted to fight and killed when he wanted to kill. What a thrill.
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