After chatting for a while, Mo Xie pulled Asharuiya over to the Dragon Throne and, without a word of protest, gathered her into his arms, seating her sideways across his lap.
Feeling her voluptuous curves against his thighs, he was thoroughly satisfied. After all, he had already experienced them before.
Clearing away his distracting thoughts, Mo Xie looked across the vast, magnificent Palace before him and asked,
"Where are the Eight Directions Undead Lords?"
As soon as he spoke, a dark, sinister mist spread through the spacious hall. At Mo Xie's command, eight figures of varying heights and sizes slowly appeared within it.
The Corpse of the Mountain Peak, Mist Ghost Commander, Skeleton Nether Lord, Agate Corpse Lord, and Ghost Shadow Monarch occupied most of his field of vision. These five ancient Undead had originally possessed the enormous bodies typical of monarchs, yet they had shrunk considerably upon appearing.
The five Undead Monarchs were now only three stories tall. Even they could hardly believe it, looking around the resplendent Palace in astonishment.
What was going on? Why had the cold, deathly Palace disappeared, replaced by a magnificent Imperial Palace brimming with life? This was suddenly rather hard to get used to, Ling Ling!
Unlike the five Undead Monarchs, who feared dirtying the immaculate carpet with their feet, the Nine Nether Queen, Red Skull Demon Lord, and White Corpse King remained calm. Their bodies were only the size of ordinary humans, so they were naturally less clumsy, though the changes around them still shocked them.
Finally, the Nine Nether Queen took a few steps forward and dipped into a slight bow toward Mo Xie on the Dragon Throne, asking with a faint tremor in her voice,
"My king, how did the Imperial Palace..."
At her question, Mo Xie gently squeezed the