Cheng Yu helped Shen Yue to his feet. After studying him for a while, Cheng Yu did not know what to say and simply smiled.
"You've grown up."
At those words, the emotions Shen Yue had suppressed surged again. But he had, after all, ruled the Demon Race alongside his elder brother for over ten thousand years. He soon regained his composure and asked Cheng Yu softly,
"What brings you to the city, Imperial Uncle?"
Rather than answer Shen Yue's question, Cheng Yu asked,
"Have the elderly and weak been evacuated from the Northern Continent?"
Shen Yue's expression darkened as he replied,
"Most of them have. Some of the great clans refuse to leave their territories, saying the Northern Continent is the land where they were born and raised."
Cheng Yu continued,
"What does Tian'er think?"
Shen Yue answered quietly,
"Elder Brother's position is that we should explain the gravity of the situation to them. Whether they believe us is up to them. If they wish to leave, the Demon Dynasty will arrange somewhere for them to settle. If they refuse, the Demon Dynasty will not force them."
Cheng Yu smiled.
"You don't agree with Tian'er."
Shen Yue nodded slightly.
"Elder Brother is too softhearted. I believe they can stay, but they must be incorporated into the Defenders. Otherwise, when the Heavenly Demons attack, they will be the greatest source of instability, to the Allied Army's detriment."
Cheng Yu merely smiled without speaking. It was a good thing that Shen Tian had drawn a formal distinction between himself and Shen Yue. If the two most powerful figures in the Demon Dynasty were of one mind, it would not be good for those beneath them.
Although the Demon Laws had elevated Shen Tian's standing among the Demon Race to its pinnacle,