"So, why are you inquiring about her?" The Celestial Demon Emperor seemed puzzled.
Lin Heng immediately recounted the story of the Black Rakshasa.
"After all, the Black Rakshasa saved my life."
"This small request, I must put in some effort for it."
The Celestial Demon Emperor nodded upon hearing this: "You Daoist, you have some conscience!"
"When we venture outside, we must distinguish between gratitude and resentment!"
"No matter if the other party is good or bad, if there's grace, it must be repaid!"
"However, I'm not really sure about Princess Iron Fan's whereabouts, I need to ask the old vulture."
As the Celestial Demon Emperor spoke, he waved over to the Immortal King standing straight like a guard not far away.
The old man arrived in an instant.
"Young Master, what are your orders?" He bowed slightly, his tone extremely respectful.
If he hadn't previously displayed overwhelming pressure, who would have thought this was an Immortal King head?
