As dusk approached, the Lord's Mansion of Black Wind Castle, the antique study was serene and warm.
The flames in the fireplace flickered gently, occasionally making a crisp crackling sound, illuminating the handsome side profile.
Seated at the elegant wisteria wood table, Luo Yan was meticulously reviewing the documents in his hand.
The silver candlestick on the corner of the desk flickered, much like the tall, towering Magic Crystal Lamp Post outside the window, illuminating the never-ending chimneys and furnace fires of Black Wind Castle.
Youyou hovered in the room, restraining herself from making even the slightest noise, fearing to interrupt the Demon King's thoughts.
Although the Demon King's busy time was not much, this happened to be his working time.
