At the evening banquet in the royal palace of Ten Thousand Demons City.
When Gu Chenfeng sensed that restless, shapely leg trying to test his "bottom line."
His body stiffened slightly, and he looked across at Ji Yun in disbelief.
Yet Ji Yun maintained a dignified sitting posture, a proper smile gracing her radiant, beautiful face.
She even returned Gu Chenfeng's gaze with an elegant smile.
Only her large, misty eyes blinked slightly, casting a silent enchantment.
Like a skilled hunter who had locked onto her prey, she advanced that intensely inquisitive long leg again, attempting to reach the danger zone.
"Ahem...!"
Just then, Gu Chenfeng abruptly rose and raised his cup, evading the Demon Race princess's "fatal blow."
"Your Majesty, Heavenly Demon King, I have long heard of your great reputation. Meeting you today, I see that your bearing is truly extraordinary. I, Chen Feng, offer you a toast."
The Heavenly Demon King smiled at his words and solemnly raised his cup.
"Young friend Chen Feng, to possess such extraordinary cultivation at your age, you have earned my great admiration as well.
"Fellow Daoist Yin is truly fortunate to have such a capable subordinate as you. How enviable."
Ji Qianqiu's words were no mere pleasantries. The formidable combat strength Gu Chenfeng had displayed today, especially his feat of taking a head-on strike from the Yin Gui King without injury.
Made it impossible for him to regard Gu Chenfeng as an ordinary super first-rate expert, or even as a junior.
As Gu Chenfeng and the Heavenly Demon King raised their cups and drank together.
Ji Yun, whose "sure-kill skill" had missed its mark, watched Gu Chenfeng's charming, handsome face with a heart full of resentment.
She could not help lightly biting her red lip with her pearly teeth, then tugged