Published: March 2, 2025
Even though the sovereign said the words "leave as soon as possible," this "as soon as possible" couldn’t really be quick.
Wen Yu was free to leave whenever he wanted, but Tang Haofei was different—his position as the beijing commander-in-chief brought him both honor and burdens. He had to ensure that nothing disgraceful would happen in Beijing while he was away.
Sorting through these matters took Tang Haofei quite a bit of time, and it wasn’t until seven days later that he sought out Wen Yu again.
"Let’s go."
At this moment, Old Tang felt relaxed, as if he was about to embark on a pleasant vacation.
Wen Yu nodded in agreement while also communicating with a distant entity.
Moments later, a flash of golden light appeared beside them, and the familiar shiny figure of golden armor emerged next to them.
It was indeed the sovereign's intention for the golden armor to take Wen Yu and Tang Haofei to the Demon Palace.
But what was even more interesting was the sovereign’s attitude towards the golden armor.
Even after exposing the fact that he was a hidden agent implanted by the demon lord within the sovereign’s ranks, the golden armor still faced no blame or punishment— the sovereign merely stripped away some trivial permissions, allowing the golden armor to return to its original position.
The position of guardian no. 2.
The implication was clear—the sovereign didn’t mind that his surroundings were being infiltrated, as long as the golden armor remained loyal and could accomplish the tasks assigned by him. The sovereign did not care about the golden armor's true feelings deep down.
From this perspective, the sovereign displayed great demeanor—though exactly how, Wen Yu dared not conclude.
Many times, the sovereign was easy to talk to, but there were also many times when his emotions were unpredictable; he could decide to kill you on a whim!
Truly, his mind was hard to read.
When old friends reunited, Wen Yu and the golden armor didn’t engage in any lengthy pleasantries, merely nodding to each other as a form of greeting. Following this, the golden armor pulled out a large number of stick-like items from his Spatial Ring.
As these sticks were arranged, the space began to ripple, and when the ripples reached their peak, a space rift suddenly appeared above the sticks.
"Demon Palace Layer 998, please enter."
The golden armor said this and then stepped back half a step.
Wen Yu and Tang Haofei merely adjusted their states briefly, then without saying a word, walked into the space rift.
…
Upon returning to Demon Palace Level 998, Wen Yu felt a bit awkward, especially when facing Feili; this awkwardness reached its peak.
“Hey, what do those eyes of yours mean? I’m here to help you guys this time,” Wen Yu couldn’t help but complain, following Feili.
This complaint startled Tang Haofei, who was curiously surveying the surroundings, and made Feili pause in his steps.
He turned around, an obvious irritation on his face.
“You’re not here to help us! You’re just here on orders to help us, and there’s a big difference between those two points!”
One is an ally, the other is the sovereign's man; how could the difference not be significant?
However, Wen Yu’s thick skin had already reached the level of a city wall. Upon hearing this, not only did he not feel embarrassed, but he also boldly stepped forward and wrapped his arm around Feili's neck.
“Don’t say that, have you forgotten the friendship we once had? I’m here after all; at worst, I can treat you to drinks tonight!”
Wen Yu chuckled, and Feili could only express his helplessness towards Wen Yu’s demeanor, turning to look at Tang Haofei.
“So, what exactly did the one who sent you two here want?”
“Oh, I almost forgot about the main issue,” Tang Haofei said, seeming to regain his focus. He rummaged through his Spatial Ring and, after a moment, took out a small light sphere and tossed it to Feili.
“This is the sovereign's message to the demon lord… But I’m curious, aren’t they enemies?”