"You say a sentence, I reply with a word," the noises of conversation below gradually grew noisy, turning the cleansing banquet into something more akin to a banquet for changing lords.
Baili An thought, if Young Master Mi Lu were to inherit the position of the Demon Lord, it wouldn't be a bad thing.
Compared to the inscrutable Female Demon Lord, Mi Lu was obviously much easier to deal with.
He was not as cunning as Ning Feiyan, nor did he have the cultivation of Shu Ci, yet he possessed an arrogantly dismissive nature; with the Demon World in his hands, it was feared that he would struggle to achieve great things.
However, today, could he really achieve his goal so easily with the backing of Yihe, Yihe's brother, and numerous winged powers?
A light laugh rang out; the Female Demon Lord looked over the dancing demons below from her eyes that curled up in silent mirth at the corners of her mouth.
