The people of the Demonic Path were impassioned, their spirits surging.
They seemed already to see the moment the demon died a gruesome death.
Dozens of yards away from them, the pavilions and terraces remained as before.
Fairies played zithers and flutes, while others brought fine wine from the immortal realm.
They all knelt on the ground, serving Fang Yang like the most respectful slaves, while Fang Yang smiled at the people of the Demonic Path fighting in the torrential rain, in excellent spirits.
By now, he had practically become these tree demons' master and could control them at will.
Thus, these tree demons naturally did not attack the Princess Consort, Guan Qinghan, and the others. Instead, they transformed into fairies and led them toward Fang Yang.
Along the way, the Princess Consort's eyes were filled with cold amusement. Brimming with confidence, she increasingly felt that this supposedly perilous Illusory Moon Tower was nothing special.
Of course, this was also because she was far too clever and ruthless-a born archvillain.
The so-called Heart-Questioning Pass could not trouble her at all.
After all, she was as clever as a monkey.
Beside her, the Little Maid was dazed, feeling as though she had just had a dream.
In the dream, the Princess Consort seemed to have become her Miss, and the Demon Venerable her Young Master, and then...
She had to serve the Demon Venerable every night.
Until she fell seriously ill.
Recalling those embarrassing things from her dream, the Little Maid's cheeks flushed crimson. She lowered her head, not daring to say another word.
As for Guan Qinghan, she looked utterly lost, as though she had lost her faith, murmuring endlessly in her heart.
My Dao heart is actually that demon and that fool? Impossible, absolutely impossible...
Seeing the three