The Demon God Hall's headquarters.
Inside a meteorite.
Demon King Fuyou sat perfectly at ease, sipping his tea unhurriedly. Across from him, Demon King Gela and Demon King Dong Yan could barely sit still.
Just moments ago.
They had learned that quite a few Demon Kings had already set off through the Demon Spirit Formation for Heavenly Origin Star.
Some had even invited Demon King Gela and Demon King Dong Yan to join them.
But after careful consideration, the two had declined.
Although they had refused the others' invitations, they still felt restless, afraid that if they arrived too late, they would not even scrape together the last scraps of credit.
Yet Demon King Fuyou showed no sign of leaving.
"Demon King Fuyou, we..."
"So many have already set off. Should we head over now too?"
Looking at the utterly relaxed Demon King Fuyou, the two could not help secretly admiring him. Demon King Gela and Demon King Dong Yan finally voiced their questions.
"There's no rush."
Demon King Fuyou smiled faintly, his expression calm, and looked at Demon King Gela. "Has Demon King Yun Yan sent any word?"
"Well..."
Demon King Gela paused, then shook his head. "Not yet."
"Then we'll keep waiting." Demon King Fuyou did not even make a move to rise.
Demon King Gela and Demon King Dong Yan exchanged a glance, both feeling rather helpless. Still, they respected Demon King Fuyou and trusted him deeply.
Since Demon King Fuyou did not intend to set off, neither of them would rashly head for Heavenly Origin Star.
They could only wait patiently.
A short while later.
Hum!
Suddenly, the Message Jade Slip in Demon King Gela's hand trembled slightly. He stirred his demonic sense to check it, and his spirits instantly lifted.
"Is there news?" Demon King