Feng Fuce turned and walked inside.
"Come tell me again when you've found solid evidence. Otherwise, if you come next time, you won't be leaving."
After he spoke, a War General unwillingly pressed on, "Then what about Lu Wang? He's at least one of the Demon Clan, right? He's already been captured now—he's your man, after all. Could it be that Lord Demon doesn't care?"
Feng Fuce's steps paused.
He turned his eyes slightly, his expression icy cold. "I don't care. Do with him as you please."
Those Demon Gods urged them on, "Get lost! The Demon World does not welcome you!"
These War Generals from the Heavenly Realm, who had wanted to stir up trouble yet failed, had no choice but to leave.
Feng Fuce sat down on his own throne and closed his eyes, propping his head on his hand.
His slightly furrowed brows gave away his thoughts.
A group of confidants entered, and seeing this, could not help but say—
"Lord Demon, are we really just going to ignore Lu Wang?"
