"Nangong Ye, what are you doing?" a voice asked curiously.
"Where is Steward Lin?" Nangong Ye narrowed his eyes at the magnificent palace before him.
"Steward Lin is guarding Sacred Mountain. He left with his men a while ago. You're back from the Southern Spirit Sect already, kid? How did the mission go?"
A middle-aged man in armor walked out of the palace opposite him, the helmet on his head gleaming in the sunlight.
"Today isn't Steward Lin's turn to guard Sacred Mountain, is it? How many men did he take?"
Nangong Ye frowned slightly.
"How many could he take? Just the usual men who guard Sacred Mountain. If you're worried, go take a look. He should have just arrived at Sacred Mountain by now."
The man waved a hand, then asked another question in passing.
"Where is the Holy Lord? Didn't he say he was going to receive those people from the Southern Spirit Sect? Why hasn't he come back yet?"
The man was still waiting for an answer, but when he looked up again, Nangong Ye had already vanished.
"Why did that fellow run off so fast?" He paid it no mind and returned to the palace.
"This inner voice can actually show scenes from ten thousand years ago?"
The Deputy Demon General, who had been about to leave, stopped. It felt strangely familiar, as though someone had mentioned it before.
"Deputy Demon General, the owner of this inner voice should be Lan Yue, the Southern Spirit Sect disciple Sister Li met before."
Beside him, a member of the Devil Race who had heard the inner voice before looked pale. He was one of those who had lurked in the ruins on Spirit-Denuded Island and later escaped.
This inner voice was all too familiar to them.
"Go