[Young Di Cangli!]
Hearing Mofeng's audacious words, the Twelve Red Fox Guards kneeling on the ground trembled even more violently.
This little fellow who had appeared by the Sovereign's side was truly fearless and courting death.
"Whatever you say it is, it is~"
Hearing Mofeng's rogue remarks, Di Cangli reached out, pinched Mofeng's small, cute nose, and smiled softly.
Then, with infinite doting, Di Cangli pinched Mofeng's chubby little cheeks and gently tugged at them. The look in her eyes as she gazed at Mofeng was filled with doting, partiality, and an unprecedented tenderness.
Di Cangli's gentle voice made the kneeling Twelve Red Fox Guards involuntarily shudder.
Because, as far as they could remember, they had never heard their Sovereign's voice sound so soft.
"Accompany this Emperor to the Myriad Demons Palace to deliberate matters."
"Starting today, the Land of Ten Thousand Demons shall have a new master!"
As Di Cangli's words fell, she scooped up Little Mofeng and vanished from the Demon Emperor Palace.
The Twelve Red Fox Guards, kneeling on the ground with trembling bodies, froze in place upon hearing these words, as if struck by lightning.
The news was simply too astonishing.
It seemed that starting today, a new storm was about to sweep across the Demon Martial Continent. Only, their Sovereign, the Demon Empress, applied double standards to the extreme.
She was incomparably tender toward that little thing in her arms, terrified that even the slightest sound of her voice might startle him.
Yet when she spoke to them, she was so cold and detached.
And her tone carried an unquestionable dominance.
Comparing people could truly drive one mad; there was simply no comparison.
However, it was fortunate for them that this version of the Sovereign was the normal one in their hearts.
Cold, detached, domineering, high above, and keeping not just strangers but even acquaintances at a distance—that was the proper state of things.
Otherwise, had she remained so gentle the whole time, they would have thought their Sovereign had been possessed by someone else.
"Phew~"
It was only after Di Cangli disappeared with Little Mofeng from the Demon Emperor Palace and headed toward the Myriad Demons Palace that the Twelve Red Fox Guards, whose delicate bodies had been trembling, finally dared to raise their heads and stand up.
"Chimei, di... did I mishear just now?"
Chimei, kneeling at the front of the group, was instantly surrounded by her sisters.
They all looked at her with eyes filled with disbelief and deep shock.
"The Sovereign... The Sovereign seemed to say that the Land of Ten Thousand Demons is going to have a new master."
"And, and, judging by what that little fellow who was with the Sovereign just said, he's the one who's been stealing herbs from the Spirit Herb Garden all this time."
"The Sovereign actually caught him, didn't kill him, and even brought him back."
"Good heavens! Good heavens!"
"Oh, heavens~"
"Could... could our Sovereign, this iron tree that hasn't blossomed in ten thousand years, finally be welcoming spring and blooming today?"
Chimei, surrounded by the women in the center, took a deep breath as she listened to the chattering gossip of her sisters.
"Calamity comes from the mouth."
"You'd all better let these words rot in your stomachs. I don't want to hear them a second time."
"Yes!"
Hearing their leader Chimei, the Twelve Red Fox Guards immediately straightened their expressions.
"Tell me, what on earth are you up to?"
"It all feels so secretive."
Carried in Di Cangli's arms and brought into the Myriad Demons Palace, Little Mofeng was held by her and seated upon the towering crystal throne in the main hall. Di Cangli sat on the crystal throne with her legs crossed, holding Little Mofeng in her lap. Hearing his question, she smiled slightly at Mofeng and said, "Didn't I say? I'm going to announce it on your behalf."
"Let the subjects of the Land of Ten Thousand Demons know who their new master is."
"And let the Demon Martial Continent know that I, Di Cangli, am not without a man."
"..."
Hearing this, Little Mofeng, cradled in her arms, was instantly left speechless.
Under Mofeng's watchful gaze, a light-blue crystal ball rose from the floor in front of the crystal throne where Di Cangli sat.
As the crystal ball appeared, Di Cangli placed her jade hand upon it, and a dazzling light erupted from the sphere.
"Everyone, assemble at the Myriad Demons Palace within one incense stick of time to deliberate matters."
As Di Cangli pressed her hand against the crystal ball, her detached voice was laced with dominance.
Following her words, the voice—cold yet utterly domineering—echoed across the skies of every demon clan throughout the Land of Ten Thousand Demons.
"Everyone, assemble at the Myriad Demons Palace within one incense stick of time to deliberate matters!"
The voice reverberating across the skies of the major demon tribes rang out a full three times before fading away.
The moment they heard this voice, the chieftains of the various demon tribes scattered across the Land of Ten Thousand Demons dropped to their knees with their clansmen, raised their hands high, and then pressed themselves flat against the ground, shouting:
"Greetings, Sovereign!"
"Greetings, Sovereign!"
"Greetings, Sovereign!"
After shouting three times, as Di Cangli's voice vanished, the chieftains of the major demon tribes stood up, their eyes filled with solemnity.
After all, the Myriad Demons Palace only opened once every few decades. Every time it opened, aside from the chieftains of the various tribes within the Land of Ten Thousand Demons traveling there to report on their respective situations, that was the end of it.
Yet this time, the Sovereign had actually ordered an assembly for deliberation.
Every council meeting was of the utmost importance to the Land of Ten Thousand Demons.
Either they were going to war with the human race, or war with the other two major demon factions.
In short, every council meeting was a monumental event for the Land of Ten Thousand Demons.
Only, they had no idea what the Sovereign had summoned them to the Myriad Demons Palace to discuss this time.
They weren't afraid of going to war with humans or the other two demon factions; they wouldn't even fear a war with the Dragon Clan.
What they feared most was that some fool had done something brainless again, infuriating the Sovereign and drawing her wrath down upon them all.
With a mixture of apprehension in their hearts, the chieftains of the various demon tribes hurried toward the Myriad Demons Palace at the core depths of the Land of Ten Thousand Demons.
"It seems you really are someone extraordinary!"
Held in Di Cangli's arms, Mofeng looked around the grand hall where she had brought him.
The interior of the hall was more than ten thousand meters wide, supported by tall, smooth white jade pillars.
Apart from the crystal throne where they were currently seated, there was not a single place to sit in the entire hall.
Of course, sitting on the floor would not have been a problem either.
Hearing Mofeng's remark, Di Cangli smiled slightly at him, mirrored his tone, and said, "You'll find out soon enough!"
"Tsk—how boring."
Seeing Di Cangli like that, Mofeng curled his lip.
Less than a quarter of an hour after Di Cangli's announcement, the Twelve Red Fox Guards who had been kneeling in the Demon Emperor Palace were the first to appear in the grand hall, lining up neatly in three rows and eight columns as they approached the throne.