Fei Peng was troubled. Having an illicit affair—no, that was wrong. Colluding—no, that was wrong too. Befriending the Demon Realm's Supreme was, for a God, an undeniable stain on his record.
Although the demons had never stormed the heavens, his friendship with Chonglou had still caused an uproar in the Divine Realm.
Xi Yao had warned Fei Peng countless times about his frequent sparring with Chonglou. Gods and demons were sworn enemies. If Fei Peng stayed so close to Chonglou and kept meeting him, sooner or later, something would go wrong.
Xi Yao was not what worried Fei Peng. He knew she would always stand behind him, supporting him without ever leaving his side.
Nor was he worried about the Gods of the Divine Realm. They were a flock of barnyard chickens and clay dogs. It was not that General Fei Peng looked down on them; they were simply too weak.
The only person Fei Peng worried about was the man seated upon the Heavenly Emperor's Throne!
So far, the Heavenly Emperor had never openly persecuted him. He had merely assigned him to guard a gate and had not targeted him in any other way.
Still, sending such a formidable general to guard a gate looked suspicious no matter how one considered it.
Would it not be better to have him expand their territory?
He wanted to see what the Heavenly Emperor planned to do with him before deciding how to respond.
As for Chonglou, Fei Peng had already sent him back to the Demon Realm.
Come to think of it, Chonglou's title as the Demon Realm's Supreme was somewhat undeserved. He was absurdly strong, yet he had a certain lack of ambition.
He paid no heed to the affairs of the Six Realms; both ears were tuned only to