After enjoying the gossip, Lan Yue fell asleep with a clear conscience, completely unaware of the impact she had made on those Demon Kings or the psychological scars she had left on the demon at the center of it all.
By the time Sixth Highness woke up refreshed and went looking for food, the stories about Demon King Luo had nearly spread everywhere.
Of course, those demons were whispering in the Devil Race's own language. Only Sixth Highness could understand their discussions; Lan Yue knew nothing about them.
Sixth Highness was utterly bewildered. What exactly had happened last night? Why did every demon have a smile they could barely contain?
After listening more closely to their discussions, Sixth Highness nearly clapped and cheered on the spot! So this was what that fellow called the system meant by winning without lifting a finger!
He had merely slept, and Demon King Luo had already lost all face. Even Second Highness had been sent off to mine! Could there be any more delightful surprise for a demon?
"Come on, Little Black. Pick whatever you want to eat. Anything that catches your eye, I can get it for you!" Sixth Highness was in an excellent mood, so he spoke furtively to the little black ball in his hand.
Little Black? The little black ball fell silent. She knew she really was black, like a plump little black rice dumpling.
But hearing the name Little Black, she felt something was wrong with it no matter how she looked at it. At last, Lan Yue understood just how hard it was to describe names like Little Black, Little White, Little Green, and Little Flower.
She reflected deeply on her own actions and decided that if she could leave the Demon Realm early, she absolutely had to