Ning Feiyan watched from the Time Platform as the Empress, the Demon Lord of the Demon World, looked down from her high position, overseeing everything.
Beneath the canopy, her slender eyes were like a demon fox at midnight staring at its prey in her grasp, a cold, mocking smile hanging on her lips. She rose and slowly descended the long steps of the Time Platform.
At the banquet, except for Yihe and Shu Ci, all the demons knelt down, bowing their heads in worship, even Mi Lu was no exception.
Ning Feiyan was about to kneel as well when the Female Demon Lord spoke, "Si He, you need not be overly courteous, stand and speak, after all..."
A cruel yet beautiful smile appeared on the Female Demon Lord's face as she gently caressed the pendant bead hanging by her ear, "If Si He is unlucky today, you might not have another chance to stand and speak with me in the future."
