Tch!!!
The Demon Emperor smirked.
An evil smile crept across the Demon Emperor's face as he received good news from his father: his subordinates had successfully stolen the Winter Coffin, which contained a woman lying within.
“Seems like I have to go. Let’s have some fun next time!” The Demon Emperor decided there was no need to hold Zheng-Fu any longer. Without hesitation, he retreated and left.
Huh!!?
The Demon Emperor’s sudden departure left Zheng-Fu baffled. It was strange—too strange—that he would retreat so abruptly. At that moment, a sharp pain stabbed through Zheng-Fu’s heart, as though something had happened to someone he loved.
“Mas… Master… Master…!”
Jin-Tian’s voice, weak and pained, suddenly echoed in Zheng-Fu’s mind.