The Demon Lord of those years was extraordinarily powerful, yet still ended up vanquished.
Even if you, Jun Moyan, become the next Demon Lord, you'll likely meet the same fate as Nie Jiuque.
Better a short pain than a long one.
Jun Moyan stood there for nearly a minute, and no one knew what he was thinking during that time.
Feng Liyan only noticed that his leaving steps were hesitant, even difficult, and his silhouette no longer as carefree as before.
Feng Liyan withdrew his gaze from the study and sighed slightly, continuing to guard at the door.
After a while, footsteps echoed, and Feng Liyan looked to the staircase, seeing Bai Yi coming up, the look in his eyes akin to finding a savior.
Feng Liyan raised his eyebrows slightly; his mood, previously a bit gloomy, was instantly lifted as if clouds had parted.
Even though Feng Liyan noticed the significant change in his mood, he didn't think much about it.
