In the morning, the Sixth Highness woke with two little black fluffballs perched on his head.
The two little black fluffballs huddled together, both pairs of big eyes heavy with sleep. For the longest time, neither could open her eyes.
The two had met last night and exchanged countless whispered secrets through Voice Transmission. Lan Yue had spent the entire night talking about her recent experiences in the Demon Realm, leaving both little fluffballs rather listless today.
The Sixth Highness looked at the two little fluffballs curiously, feeling that something was not quite right.
Before he could question them, however, a furious shout suddenly rang out outside. Other Demon Generals had come to challenge Demon King Jiang.
"Old Jiang, what's the point of hiding in your Bedchamber all day? Come out if you've got the guts! We'll fight one-on-one!"
"Today, I'll defeat you, take your place as Demon King, and grind you beneath my feet! Do you dare accept my challenge?"
"Old Jiang, I've been shouting for so long, yet you still haven't come out. Don't tell me you're really finished? So the famous Demon King Jiang is a turtle hiding its head in its shell, without even the courage to fight another devil. What an eye-opener!"
"Demon King Jiang? Why aren't you coming out? Don't tell me it's really like the other members of the Devil Race said-your wife killed you with a single prick of her needle?"
Outside the Bedchamber, two Demon Generals were making a loud commotion.
However, these two Demon Generals were challenging for the Demon King Position. Once such a challenge began, no other Demon King-or any member of the Devil Race-could interfere.
Thus, the formidable Demon Kings nearby did not take the initiative to act, choosing instead to watch the spectacle.
On the surface,