The Northern Border, a land of the Demon Race, was far from unified. Many powerful demons there wouldn't adhere to etiquette, let alone heed the so-called Emperor Clan of the Qin Family.
Even though the Qin Family boasted an invincible contemporary.
But a Demon Emperor was a Demon Emperor, and the Qin Family was the Qin Family—the two could not be conflated.
Even Crimson Mulberry, a disciple of the Demon Emperor, couldn't command them; at most, she could only persuade them.
She was well aware of this.
Of course, should the Demon Emperor revive, the demons of this vast land would have no choice but to obey…
Beneath the bright moonlight, Crimson Mulberry, clad in red garments, danced like a mysterious sprite across the desolate, ruin-like landscape.
All around, emptiness loomed, her solitary figure appearing particularly striking.
She was employing a secret technique, attempting to glimpse the Heavenly Fortune Tao.
