It is quite evident that the Immortal Emperor must have had a "private chat" with the Immortal Supreme.
"Red Hell, are you now calm enough to have a chat?" The Immortal Emperor swept his wide sleeves and elegantly took a seat, his demeanor graceful, every move embodying the phrase "full of spirit and vigor".
"You..." The Demon Emperor instinctively wanted to retort, but remembering the experience of just being beaten, he instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, "Fine, whatever you say goes."
"Fugui, my task is complete, next is your duty." With the full authority of a leader, the Immortal Emperor waved his hand, tossing the task to Wang Fugui.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Wang Fugui bowed to take the order.
Then, he bowed to the Demon Emperor and spoke solemnly, "Your Majesty must be aware of the chaos caused by the death of Young Master Ming Shura, right? I wonder if you have thought about who is truly behind this conspiracy?"
