Chapter 147 Saint Heir of the Devil Clan, After the Devil Emperor_3

"Why has finding a secret realm taken so long?"

"Dereliction in duty, they shall be strictly punished upon their return."

"There's no need for that, the protector can forgive them this time, can the heavens lack faults, and the demons have none?"

A deep, magnetic voice resonated as the door slowly opened, and a pale-faced man emerged.

Wearing a white jade crown with purple gold trims on his head and a cyan and white Hundred Butterfly Robe, his face was as bright as the moon, and his appearance as clear as water, his eyes like autumn waves.

From a distance, he appeared as a man, but upon closer observation, the delicateness of a woman was evident, making even the finest brocades and satins look no more than dead leaves.

He bent down to pick up a fallen leaf and smiled radiantly, "Protector, do you still remember the patterns of the grass and trees in Qingqiu?"

"Although a thousand years have passed, I dare not forget."