Guang Xiaoyu never dreamed that the former ruler of the Northern Border, the powerful Demon Emperor Tribe, would fall into such a state of decline.
She was stupefied.
The only consolation for her was that the half-stick of incense was still there, and the royal bloodline had not disappeared...
She expelled a heavy breath and said, "Wuxian."
"I am here..." A small figure squeezed out from the crowd.
"Take that half-stick of incense and follow me," Guang Xiaoyu instructed. "Everyone else, remain silent."
"Huh?"
The crowd was stunned.
The elder Clan Leader couldn't help but speak up, "Lord Demon Emperor, although our strength is not what it once was, but... Wuxian, ahem, isn't he too young?"
Guang Xiaoyu glanced askance. "This isn't what you'd call 'not what it once was'; it's more like 'returned to the mundane.' As for why I, this Emperor, wish to take Wuxian, it's actually to help you all cultivate him."
