A gentle voice echoed through the void. “Evernight has aged, huh? This is the first time I’ve heard of this, interesting.”

An elegant man appeared in the air, seated in a tall chair and holding a book in one of his hands. He seemed deep in thought, almost as though the world were his study. He was positioned somewhat higher above the great dark monarchs, but not one felt that he was being rude.

Even the Eternal Flame was no longer as dazzling before this person.

Qianye glanced up at the man with a sigh. “It’s His Majesty the Demon King, I wasn’t expecting you to grace us with your presence. Have your injuries from the last battle healed?”

The Demon King smiled. “Of course not. The Lord of Evernight’s attacks are indefensible and extremely difficult to treat. Even I will need a considerable amount of time to recover. However, the matter here is too important, and Rosnia is unwilling to come, so I had no other choice.”

Qianye glanced around. “Looks like it won’t be easy for me to leave.”

“What’s the rush? It’s not so bad to have a chat. We rarely get to meet, after all.” The Demon King closed his book and placed it on his lap. He then said gently, “Xitang paid you the most attention when he was alive. He would mention you quite often too. I’ve always wanted to see what kind of person he had pinned all his...