Demon Emperor Daochen frowned. He had chosen Ji Meng because the fellow was steady in his work and skilled in concealment arts, making him the best candidate for this task.
But now, had this fellow become a little too impetuous?
After some thought, however, he still decided to use him.
What he did not know was that Ji Meng could hardly be blamed for his excitement. Within the Demon Race, the Demon Emperor's influence now surpassed all else.
A single word from the Demon Emperor could send the Demon Race to their deaths.
A task personally entrusted to him by the Demon Emperor was nothing short of an honor.
Others had no such opportunity, yet he had received one.
A little excitement from Ji Meng was understandable.
Daochen looked at him. "Select Spirit Fruits and medicinal herbs from the Heavenly Court, pack them into a spatial treasure, and deliver them to the lower realm."
"The Human Race is trapped now, and those rebellious demons are powerful. They need support from our Heavenly Court. But you must carry this out quietly. Let no one find out. Do you understand?"
"Be careful, and don't leave any openings for others to exploit."
Ji Meng nodded fervently. Naturally, he knew of the friction between Demon Emperor Daochen and the Primordial Heavenly Venerable. The two had never gotten along, and the affairs involving the Human Race had only deepened the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's displeasure.
Thus, he had sent his disciples to make trouble for the Human Race.
No one could untangle the cycle of cause and effect involved.
All they could do was help whoever they could!
"Rest assured, Demon Emperor. I will handle this beautifully for you. It's just that the Primordial Heavenly Venerable has been watching the battlefield all along. Although I have