For a moment, the attention of everyone beneath the stage was captivated by the figure that had startlingly risen to its feet.
Baili An noticed the two extra seats on the Time Platform and couldn't help but look over with curiosity.
Through the thick crowds and the three thousand long steps, his gaze met the tremulous and complex eyes beneath the mask.
The Female Demon Lord put down her cup, her eyes narrowing slowly.
She looked up at the Heart Demon woman, her eyes reflecting the flowing fires from the earth veins, glimmering with light, yet her pupils seemed very empty.
"What has startled you so, sir?"
The Heart Demon woman gazed at the youth amidst the thousands from the Demon Clan, her heart suddenly seized with intense suffocation.
Teary-eyed, she tore her gaze from him and looked up at the exceptionally elegant Demon Lord on the throne, her voice growing deeper and colder, "He cannot possibly be Mohe."
