For a mont, the attention of everyone beneath the stage was captivated by the figure that had startlingly risen to its feet.
Baili An noticed the two extra seats on the Ti Platform and couldn’t help but look over with curiosity.
Through the thick crowds and the three thousand long steps, his gaze t the tremulous and complex eyes beneath the mask.
The Female Demon Lord put down her cup, her eyes narrowing slowly.
She looked up at the Heart Demon woman, her eyes reflecting the flowing fires from the earth veins, glimring with light, yet her pupils seed very empty.
"What has startled you so, sir?"
The Heart Demon woman gazed at the youth amidst the thousands from the Demon Clan, her heart suddenly seized with intense suffocation.
Teary-eyed, she tore her gaze from him and looked up at the exceptionally elegant Demon Lord on the throne, her voice growing deeper and colder, "He cannot possibly be Mohe."
A dangerous glint flashed in the Female Demon Lord’s eyes, but her face was smiling, "Oh? Sir, do tell, why can’t he be the River Lord of my Demon World?"
Xing Wu, seated formally, could see from his angle the slight trembling of the Heart Demon woman’s sleeve cuff, as if a chilling sword breeze was brewing at her fingertips.
His gaze shifted, and a deep and hoarse voice suddenly resonated, "A month ago, I took Ah Rong into the Bronze Gate and crossed swords with that youth several tis. If Xing Wu rembers correctly, he should be this year’s victor from Xianling City.
The Kunlun God’s chosen one, Your Majesty, do you really think it’s wise to appoint such a closely and dearly connected person to the Immortal World as the Venerable Leader of Mohe?"
As he spoke, Xing Wu glanced at the Heart Demon woman without any discernible emotion in his eyes.
Under his gaze, her previously restless heart slowly cald down.
She suppressed the strange emotions in her heart and said, "Indeed, how can the master of Immortal City beco the River Lord of the Demon World? Isn’t Your Majesty afraid that this might be a calculated sche by soone with ulterior motives?"
The Female Demon Lord laughed fearlessly, "The Demon World’s six rivers, which River Lord doesn’t have their own disguise and special identity within the Mortal World’s Immortal Sects and righteous paths? How is the master of Immortal City any different? Even if he becos the Son of Kunlun in the future, if I wish for him to reside in my Demon World’s Royal Hall, who dares to gossip!"
The Heart Demon woman’s breath unconsciously grew heavier, and Xing Wu spoke again, "Today is the Monarch’s Return Banquet, how much longer do you wish to lose composure?"
"With Your Majesty’s pardon," the Heart Demon woman lowered her eyes, like a Swordsman who had hidden all emotions, and took her seat again, straight as a cold and lonely abyss, bereft of warmth.
"No matter, sir, you are new to the Demon World, there’s no need to take such things to heart," the Female Demon Lord withdrew her gaze.
The soundproof Barrier on the Ti Platform also dissipated, and she looked from afar at Baili An finding his place; a deep smile appeared in her eyes.
Under her smiling gaze, Baili An felt uneasy all over, moving hesitantly as if entering a den of wolves.
In that mont, a Demon Clan maid carrying drinks happened to co face-to-face with Baili An and seed to lose her footing with a misstep.
With a frightened cry, she looked like she was about to fall.
She was not one of the honored guests brought by Xing Wu from the Demon Prison, rely a minor Demon Clan maid, whose misstep in front of the throne could condemn her to death.
Baili An also understood this, and since he was close at hand, reaching out to help her was just a matter of convenience.
But unexpectedly, whether intentionally or otherwise, the Demon Clan maid took advantage of her fall, directing her full weight towards him, tumbling right into his arms.
Curiously, the Demon Clan maid’s fall seed rather skillful.
A woman not quite falling into a man’s arms should suggest intimacy, but her fall was proper and courteous, with no traces of flirtation, separating from Baili An almost the mont they touched.
The Demon Clan maid curtsied demurely to Baili An, "Thank you, kind sir."
Baili An always felt there was sothing strange about the person in front of him and didn’t want to entangle further, simply nodding and saying, "Be careful where you step."
The maid quickly nodded in acknowledgnt, her gaze suddenly fixed, and with a loud exclamation, as if she had seen sothing shocking, her look of exaggerated surprise drew the attention of many.
Baili An sensed sothing amiss.
The Demon Clan maid quickly knelt down, swiftly picking up a green jade hairpin from the ground that had seemingly fallen unnoticed.
She wiped the dust from the hairpin with her delicate hands, stood up, and presented it to Baili An saying, "This lowly servant deserves to die for having knocked your Jade hairpin to the ground, please punish , sir."
In the hushed stillness of the Monarch’s Return Banquet, one could hear a pin drop.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fastened on the hairpin in the maid’s hand.
Even Mi Lu slowly straightened up, rubbing his eyes as if he had seen wrong.
Baili An was not blind and could feel the tangible gazes from all around him, a heavy tension in the air suddenly pressing down upon him.
He noticed the maid’s unusually slender and long fingers holding the hairpin, with faint calluses on them, certainly belonging to a thief with dexterous hands.
Under the heavy surrounding gazes, Baili An’s fingers turned cold as he accepted the hairpin from her hand.
From the Ti Platform, the Demon Lord’s voice fittingly drifted down, "Careless thing, a betrothal gift ant for the River Lord from is not sothing you can carelessly knock over; go down and take fifteen lashes for yourself."
The maid about to receive punishnt was smiling brilliantly, "This servant will follow Your Majesty’s royal decree to the letter."
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