Yin Baishuang slightly lifted her eyebrows and cast a drifting glance at the Demon Lord through the light veils of her headdress, entirely unimpressed by his status, even somewhat dismissively averting her gaze.
She carelessly threw the broken and out-of-tune konghou onto the ground, her almond-shaped eyes slightly fierce, instead directing a hint of veiled and bone-chilling provocation toward the masked lady in Baili An's embrace.
"I've drunk the elder's wine, won't the elder invite me to sit at the table?"
The way she said 'elder' was devoid of any warmth.
Baili An couldn't quite figure out what she was getting at with her act.
Regardless, he had used this Monarch's Return Banquet as a pretext to find these two women.
With his status as the lord of Yihe as a cover, the ordinary members of the Demon Clan dared not give these two any trouble.
