Demon Realm, Dark Ice Hall.
The stone pillars of the Dark Ice Hall were coiled with dark purple demonic patterns, every line seemingly swallowing grieving souls. Youyue wore a profound black robe, the hem embroidered with a blood-colored crescent moon. Fēng Xié bowed his head, meticulously reporting the entire sequence of the battle at Chaoyang City. When he finished speaking, he stood aside with his hands lowered, quietly awaiting orders. The moment Youyue's gaze shifted away from him, his black robe brushed lightly, and he retreated stealthily like a dark ink afterimage. As he passed Youyue's side, his footsteps paused slightly, and his eyes—like ice-quenched blades—flashed a fierce glare at Youyue. In that look lay the frustration of a setback on the battlefield, the resentment of being dragged down, and furthermore, a hint of "just waiting to see a good show." Then, without another pause, his figure plunged into the shadows of the hall doors, leaving only the faint sound of his garments sweeping across the white frost on the ground, resembling a silent sneer.
"Youyue, you have quite a nerve!" She slowly turned around. Her voice betrayed no emotion, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the kneeling Youyue. "I had you join Fēng Xié on the campaign to keep Lin Feng and the others in check, but look at you—you actually stood by and watched the excitement on the battlefield."
Chapter 307