At those words, Shen Tian approached Cheng Yu, who extended a finger and touched his forehead.
In an instant, Shen Tian's pupils contracted sharply. He stared at Cheng Yu in disbelief.
"Imperial Uncle! This!!"
Cheng Yu remained utterly composed as he spoke softly.
"Tian, what demeanor must an emperor maintain at all times?"
Shen Tian pressed his lips together slightly.
"Never let joy or anger show. But Imperial Uncle... wouldn't that leave the Demon Race..."
Cheng Yu shook his head, looking rather helpless himself.
"We have no other choice. This is also the Demon Race's last chance at survival. If we succeed, the Demon Race can still remain a dominant power."
Shen Tian said nothing more. He walked to the desk and slowly sat down. After a long while, he abruptly raised his head and met a pair of unruffled, silvery-white eyes. He gave a bitter smile, then rose and spoke softly to Cheng Yu.
"Then I leave it in your hands, Imperial Uncle."
Cheng Yu cupped his hands slightly.
"Your subject obeys..."
On a street in the Demon Capital, Cheng Yu sat inside his carriage, his eyes lightly closed as he rested. In truth, he was mentally exhausted. The Demon Race had far too many messes to clean up, and no shortage of things happening at once. Only by abandoning the First Great Wall had he drawn Humankind's attention to the Second Great Wall. Otherwise, he would have been even busier now!
The carriage traveled smoothly, without the slightest jolt. The Imperial Palace in the Demon Capital was actually very far from the Jade King's Residence. If the carriage relied on ordinary travel alone, the journey might take three or four days, even without rest for the horse demon pulling it.
The sounds around him painted a vivid