The Weakest Fire Pavilion

Chen Mo was taken aback. The voice transmission had come from the Demon God. He wanted to ask something, but the voice had already gradually faded away.

"What's wrong?" Youming Mu asked suspiciously as he looked at Chen Mo's strange expression.

"Nothing." Chen Mo let out a soft breath, and the powerful spiritual energy surging around him gradually calmed. His gaze first fell on Ye Ming, who had just risen to his feet, before shifting to Nangong Jinse.

The impression she gave him was simply that she was pale. Her skin was exceptionally fair, far fairer than any of Chen Mo's women. Beyond that, she seemed unreal, like a character who had truly stepped out of a two-dimensional world.

Everyone noticed Chen Mo's gaze fixed on Nangong Jinse.

A graceful lady was a gentleman's ideal match. Youming Mu, standing nearby, saw nothing wrong with it and instead broke into a smile.

In the Demon Realm, whether they were from the Demon Race, Asura Clan, Spirit Clan, or Merfolk Race, all wished to marry Elf Clan women. The Elf Clan produced handsome men and beautiful women in abundance, and they also made excellent Cauldrons. Becoming partners with them benefited both sides.

Thus, whether male or female, members of the Elf Clan received the pursuit of others wherever they went.

Even in ancient times, when the Godly Realm and Demon Realm were still at war, the Elf Clan had repeatedly been used for marriage alliances between the two realms.

The others also wore knowing smiles that men understood.

Only Ye Ming's expression darkened.

Nangong Jinse raised a brow. Clearly, she had seen this sort of gaze countless times and had long since grown accustomed to it.

However, Chen Mo had no thoughts of coveting her body. Instead, he said, "Now that he's