The old turtle immediately caved.
Feeling the abyss-deep, ocean-vast aura of a Yao Emperor right before him, he wanted to cry but had no tears. He had been as careful as could be, yet in the end, he had still fallen into the hands of a mere little fox yao.
All he could do was lament his helplessness!
"Your Majesty, I... I...!"
The old turtle trembled like a sieve and still wanted to offer a few excuses, but when he saw the demoness in flame-patterned clothing following behind Su Changsheng, he froze on the spot.
Her delicate brows rose slightly as well, her expression filled with surprise.
Seeing this, Su Changsheng looked at the Phoenix Yao Emperor and asked mildly, "You know him?"
But she did not answer immediately. She merely looked the old turtle up and down, and only after a long, long while did she slowly ask, "Qilin?"
Qilin?
The Qilin Yao Emperor?
Every member of the Demon Race present froze on the spot. They knew the Phoenix Yao Emperor's identity. Who else could the Qilin she spoke of be but the Qilin Yao Emperor, a fellow Yao Emperor?
"Phoenix? Is it really you? You... you're still alive?"
"How is that possible?"
"You clearly fell into the depths of the Gray Wall, but... but..."
The old turtle looked somewhat agitated, yet also hesitant, and even his speech became halting. But then he seemed to realize something. His slightly narrowed turtle eyes suddenly widened in fury as he looked at Su Changsheng again, then cried out in horror:
"You... you waited until he came?"
"He is... has he truly returned?"
Hearing this, the Phoenix Yao Emperor also glanced at the composed Su Changsheng. Seeing that he remained unmoved, she finally sighed softly, nodded to the old turtle, and said