The night wind bit cold.
Chang Sheng did not use a Flying Boat. Like a thief, he plunged into the boundless darkness and, under cover of night, slipped into the demon camp along a familiar route.
Wuzhiqi and Nine-Headed Bird had been released through a breach in the seal by Chang Sheng himself.
Both sides possessed a specific Telepathic Method. In the end, everyone understood the arrangement without saying it aloud.
The two Primordial Great Demons did not so much as lift their eyelids when they learned Chang Sheng had arrived. Deep down, they had never thought much of the fellow: a petty immortal official, a True Immortal who had climbed the ranks by licking boots. Had Martial Virtue Star Lord not stood behind him, they would have slapped him into a meat patty long ago-and even chewing him would have been a nuisance, with bits stuck between their teeth.
But they could not do that now.
The two sides were cooperating, maintaining a high degree of tacit understanding. Harmony brought wealth; a clash would serve no one.
Nine-Headed Bird opened his eyes and slammed his enormous wine vessel down on the desk. With a smile that never reached his eyes, he said, "Well, well, General Chang Sheng. What brings you to our mud pit in the dead of night?"
"I have important matters to discuss with you both!" Chang Sheng ignored the small talk and got straight to the point. "The Heavenly Court has dispatched troops."
"Dispatched troops?"
"What a fuss over nothing." Wuzhiqi grinned, revealing interlocking fangs. "After all the commotion we caused out there, it would be strange if the Heavenly Court didn't send troops. Has Great Emperor Zhenwu come?"
"Not Zhenwu."
"The Great Heavenly Venerable issued the imperial decree himself. Yang Jian is commander, and Nezha