"After that Sword Inquiry with Zhenwu all those years ago, I lost all zest for life. So I discussed it with Mysterious Wasteland and had him help me seal my demon seed with my primordial spirit. Then I imprisoned myself in the Mysterious Wasteland Tower to while away what remained of my life."
Having said this, Emperor Yang leaned against the tree in the painting and gazed up at the sky, looking utterly bored with life.
Xu Taiping and Fairy Lingyue exchanged a glance at his words, both looking stunned.
"What have you come to see me about today? If there's nothing, roll up the painting. I'm getting sleepy. I used to sleep for a hundred years at a time, but lately, I can't even sleep for ten. Sleepy, so sleepy..."
Emperor Yang suddenly yawned, then waved a hand and looked out of the painting at Xu Taiping through bleary eyes.
Seeing Emperor Yang like this, Xu Taiping grew even more puzzled. He immediately sent Fairy Lingyue a voice transmission:
"Sister Lingyue, could this man be an impostor posing as the Devil Master of the Snow Domain?"
"Well..."
Fairy Lingyue was stumped by the question too.
"Little fellow, stop dawdling. As soon as you open this scroll, a great sun appears over my head. It's roasting me alive."
Emperor Yang had already lain down on his side beneath the tree. Propping his head on one hand, he rolled his eyes at Xu Taiping impatiently.
"Taiping, whether or not he's the Demon Emperor Yangling, ask him how to deal with this Yellow Hound's origin demon seed power and see what he says."
Fairy Lingyue reminded Xu Taiping.
If the demon in the painting truly was the Demon Emperor Yangling, there was no way he could fail to deal with a mere