Half of the Demon Realm was covered in heavy snow.
The sky was a vast expanse of white.
From atop the Demon King Castle, watching the snow flutter down everywhere, the breath that Shami exhaled quickly turned to white mist, dissipating into the air.
After the Bone Frame incident had come to a close — though in the end, Shami still couldn't figure out if he was some kind of pervert. No matter, he had immediately controlled the relevant parties to minimize the negative impact on the Demon King. — Shami returned to normal, busy with the affairs of the magic tribes.
"The year is coming to an end, it's time for a thorough review of the magic tribes, check the situation of each tribe, and then hold an annual summary meeting. Only by knowing the real situation of the magic tribes can we plan for the next year."
Shami mumbled to himself, and behind him, the Bone Frame quietly approached.
