"What results am I supposed to report? How could that be more entertaining than watching the drama?" Luan Feng looked indifferent, showing little warmth toward his half brother.
The man opposite him, dressed in a crimson-and-gold python robe, looked helpless, but did not reprimand him.
"Xiao Feng, our other brothers already dislike us because we're Half-Demons with human blood. Let's not give them anything to use against us."
The man walked over and offered his earnest counsel.
"Demon King Luo has tremendous influence throughout the Demon King's Hall. You should avoid provoking that precious son of his. Swallow your anger, and the wind and waves will settle."
Listening to his eldest brother's painstaking advice, Luan Feng turned his head for the first time and studied him closely.
"What precious son? Didn't you see that fellow has already turned into a dung beetle?" The youthful-looking Luan Feng raised his chin slightly, mockery in his eyes.
"There. The one Demon King Luo is slamming around like a dung beetle is his precious son. If your eyes aren't working properly, I don't mind recording this with a Recording Stone so you can take a good look."
The mention of recording seemed to remind Luan Feng of something. He took out a whole pile of Recording Stones at once and arranged them in a circle around the Second Highness, who was being slammed about miserably. He made sure not to miss a single angle, determined to record this Highness's brutal thrashing.
His eldest brother stood opposite him, dumbfounded. He watched the Sixth Highness diligently positioning the Recording Stones for a long while, repeatedly opening his mouth to speak. Yet each time, before he could get a word out, Luan Feng moved to another spot.
By the time he finished, the Sixth Highness had planted