The two Demon Envoys sat across from each other, a red square table placed between them. Atop it was a teapot with its lid left open. Tendrils of water vapor curled up in the air, tumbling about and leaving behind a delicate fragrance. From time to time, the steam took on the appearance of a pine tree, or the appearance of a willow with a young shepherd child playing beneath, or a sea of fog, or a grand rising mountain. Just this simple water vapor seemed to contain an endless amount of possible variations.

“The main body of the Holy Palace fast approaches. The Mu Family has made many preparations. It seems that their ambitions great. If they were to obtain the key inheritance…” The previous Demon Envoy poured himself a cup of tea. Although his words trailed off, the meaning behind them was already clear.

The Demon Envoy had a calm expression. “When I sent Yao Bin into the Endless Sea, I had already prepared for this. The Holy Palace’s inheritance is undoubtedly important, but ownership of the throne depends on the boundary of a person’s Demon Body in the end. As long as he can achieve the Saint level, even if the Mu Family has a thousand methods there is nothing they can do but bow their heads in hate.”

“But you and I both know...