The Female Demon Lord threw the flute aside and returned to her throne to play with her cat. On her face, there was no sign of pride or self-satisfaction, nor did she sarcastically question Erhe Zangxin whether this act was considered an achievement.
But everyone knew that the troublesome issues piled up on the desk of the Netherworld Palace had mostly been silently resolved by the Empress within this short month.
As for the Beiyuan Demon Emperor, he had been decapitated and re-sealed by the Demon Lord during her youth when he was in his prime. Now that he had come back, with the Empress here, what was there to worry about?
Amidst the gathering, no one else broached the topic of abdicating the throne and replacing the Demon Lord.
Many gazed at the hovering corpses of the azure dragons in the sky and fell into deep contemplation.
On the Female Demon Lord's desk, there were six Mystic Iron Boxes displayed, each numbered from one to six.
