"Your Highness, come closer."
Wang Fugui beckoned Yun Xiayang over and then whispered a few things furtively.
In no time, Yun Xiayang's huge eyes, like those of an ox, widened as he exclaimed, "Is that even possible?"
"It is."
Wang Fugui nodded firmly.
Then, he quietly shared some more details.
"Good, good, what a clever plan. This way, regaining the Demonic God power is within reach~" Yun Xiayang was exhilarated, as if he already saw himself achieving the Demonic God status and dominating the world.
However, after a moment of daydreaming, he suddenly realized something and glanced at Wang Fugui with worry, "But, you rascal, you're so devious, cunning, and you have a habit of squeezing people dry. I'm starting to get worried about my dear Mengyu..."
"..."
Wang Fugui gave him a deep look.
Yun Xiayang shivered instantly, feeling a sense of impending doom, hastily changing the topic: "Alright, alright~ I admit, I was just joking with you."
Right then,
