The Great Wu Demon King's camp in the little oasis was not overgrown with weeds.
On the contrary, this modest patch of land was kept in perfect order.
Far from being overgrown, it had even been planted with quite a few exceptionally vivid flowers.
Carefully placed bonfires and lanterns all around lit the somewhat luxurious camp brightly.
The Great Wu Demon King could see through the night without those bonfires.
But who would turn down a little comfort?
Fresh fruit that looked extremely appetizing filled a large table and a big basket beside the pool.
Beside the pool stood a luxurious chair made from some unknown material, draped in smooth silk.
Tiger Seven's expression turned strange the moment he stepped into the camp.
Every so often, he glanced at the old fox beside him.
Why was the Great Wu Demon King living so much more comfortably at the front than we did in the rear?
Why did he get silk cushions to sit on, while I had to plant my bare backside on a lousy throne made of lousy rocks?
How was I, a Demon King who served as their banner, doing worse than someone who had been sidelined?
The old fox said nothing, merely signaling with his eyes toward Li Yingling and her two companions.
Tiger Seven naturally understood what he meant-business first.
By now, all uninvolved demons had been cleared away, leaving only the principal participants in this private meeting.
The two Demon Kings and the fox, along with Li Yingling and her two companions.
The old fox looked somewhat grave as he stole an unobtrusive glance at Li Yingling.
At first, he had merely thought that Owl might have been talking nonsense.
When Owl delivered the report, he had examined Li Yingling very carefully, but could only