Although Jiang Yang could not see Ying Huang's face just then, her mischievous smile somehow rose in his mind.
But since she liked fooling around, she could hardly blame him for showing no mercy.
Let's see if you can hold out this time.
Jiang Yang was just about to act again when an almond-eyed maid suddenly emerged from behind the curtain.
She approached Yun Zhen with small steps, knelt before her, and said softly:
"Reporting to my mistress, Demon King Mo Yu has come to visit."
At these words, Yun Zhen's playful gaze abruptly sharpened. She circulated her true essence, straightened up, and said mildly:
"I see. Where is the True Person?"
"This servant has already escorted her to the side hall to wait."
Yun Zhen rose and slowly paced over to the seat of honor. Only after sitting down did she say with unhurried poise:
"Invite her in to see me."
"Yes."
The maid bowed in acknowledgment and withdrew.
Hearing that a Demon King had come, Jiang Yang naturally stopped what he was doing. At some point, Ying Huang had also dispelled the tipsiness from her face and quietly drawn her legs back.
Two rows of maids filed in again, cleared away the mess, added another low table, and replenished the wine and fruit.
Since Yun Zhen offered no explanation, Jiang Yang did not ask. He rose, returned to the newly arranged seating, and waited quietly.
Ying Huang had now regained her earlier composure and asked:
"Has there been news from that place?"
Yun Zhen nodded and said:
"That Lone Peak stands right beside her lair, so she would be the first to know of any movement. Since she has come now, I imagine the Sandalwood Locust Palace is about to descend."
"Hehe, you really are impressive, Sister. Once