When Feng Xuan regained consciousness, the Zixiao Palace was completely deserted. Instead, the Demon Realm surrounding the Primordial World was flashing with demonic light and bustling with activity.
Every now and then, the sounds of cursing, punches, and kicks drifted over.
Feng Xuan smiled slightly at this. It seemed they were not mortal enemies after all; their differences were likely philosophical.
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