The magnificent Demon King Hall was filled with young disciples of the Demon Race. They all looked roughly Luo Yue's age, and each had a low table before them laden with fruit, meat, and fine wine.
Aside from Luo Yue and a handful of others, they were all young demons of bizarre appearances: some had wings sprouting from their ribs, others had tails trailing behind them, and still others sported impressive horns atop their heads.
They gathered in groups of three or five, conversing quietly and occasionally bursting into laughter.
Luo Yue's arrival drew little notice. Hardly anyone in the hall paid attention to her.
She had no desire to attract attention either. Picking a window seat in the back at random, she sat down languidly and surveyed this spectacle of "demons dancing wild" with boredom.
To be fair, the roast chicken and goose on the table were delicious, and even the drinks were thousand-year-old vintages.
Today was the Demon King's birthday, so naturally, all the delicacies were available in unlimited quantities. Even if a dish was emptied, the demon maidservants nearby would replenish it.
The little female flood dragon jumped straight onto the table and began stuffing herself with food and drink. She ate with great satisfaction, her cheeks bulging and her belly round.
Luo Yue was much the same.
The Little Flood Dragon on the table now held a large jar of fine wine in both claws. She took a deep sniff of its rich fragrance, looking utterly intoxicated by it, then happily drained it in one gulp.
They hardly looked as though they had come to offer birthday wishes to the Demon King. Rather, they seemed to have come purely for the feast-
Just then.
Two figures wearing sly grins sidled up to Luo Yue's otherwise unoccupied