"Ahem!"
Feeling the Dragon Throne beneath him crack, Daochen showed a rare trace of embarrassment on his handsome, otherworldly face.
As an upstanding young man of the twenty-first century who had come from a later era,
he had always had a thief's heart but lacked a thief's nerve...
Yet he had never expected that, now that he had married the Sage Nüwa, he could no longer even harbor that thief's heart.
"Greetings, Demon Emperor."
Just as Daochen wore an expression of toothache-like misery, Bai Ze suddenly appeared outside the Hall of Ascending Heaven. He had already sent the Golden-Winged Great Peng and Kong Xuan to Ninefold Purgatory and had now returned to report to Daochen.
But when he raised his head and saw the strange expression on Daochen's face, especially the cracks in the Dragon Throne beneath him, which had been forged entirely from purple-gold immortal metal,
the corner of Bai Ze's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
With his many years of experience navigating the Heavenly Court, especially his dealings with Daochen and Nüwa,
he realized almost by reflex:
There was more to these cracks in the Dragon Throne than met the eye!
And so, before Daochen could speak, Bai Ze's expression instantly changed. He switched faces so quickly that even Daochen could only marvel.
"Where is the Heavenly Works Office? Why has the Demon Emperor's Dragon Throne cracked for no reason? You even dared cut corners on the Demon Emperor's Dragon Throne! Have you grown tired of living?"
Before Daochen could speak, Bai Ze barked those words with a stern expression, leaving the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals standing guard outside the Hall of Ascending Heaven utterly bewildered.
What did cracks in the Demon Emperor's Dragon Throne have to do with the Heavenly Works Office?
*Wasn't the Demon Emperor's Dragon Throne