Outside the Demon King's cave abode, a hundred-odd immortals stood in neat ranks.
They all wore concealment Immortal Robes, holding their breath and focusing their minds.
Pang Long silently calculated the time. He reckoned the feast inside had long since ended, and the real business should be reaching the right stage.
Just then.
A gap opened in the clouds above, and a streak of golden light fell into Pang Long's palm.
The golden light faded.
It became an exquisitely small voice-transmission Jade Slip.
Pang Long crushed the Jade Slip. It contained only one sentence: "The young masters have been born. Move!"
Brief and to the point, brimming with murderous intent.
Pang Long froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and laughed. "Wonderful news! Truly wonderful news!"
He made no attempt to hide his delight. First, he cupped his hands toward the Heavenly Court and bowed. Then he turned, lowered his voice, and beckoned to the Censorate's Immortal Officials lying in ambush around him.
Xiao Yan, Chu Feng, and Han Li hurried over, while the hundred-odd Immortal Officials pricked up their ears.
"Everyone."
Pang Long swept his gaze over the immortals, unable to conceal his excitement. "We've just received confirmation from above. The two Little Star Lords have been born safe and sound!"
At those words, delight spread across the immortals' faces.
The Little Star Lords' birth meant Chen Wei's position was even more secure. Wouldn't they all rise straight into the clouds along with him?
With a flick of his wrist, Pang Long slid the White Feather Fan back into his hand, then abruptly changed tack. "As his subordinates, how can we stand here empty-handed and pretend to be deaf and mute? Surely we ought to present a substantial gift worthy of the occasion?"
"A substantial gift!"
"Isn't it