In fact, Jing Jia has only faced the Demon Lord a few tis.
Yet she can feel that the depth of the Demon Lord’s mana far exceeds her own.
And the only one who can contend with the Demon Lord is the daughter she painstakingly gave birth to.
But Zhi’er is still young, and her spirit root has not been fully awakened.
Therefore, Jing Jia knows she has to hold on a little longer.
Fortunately, she had exerted all her power and heavily injured the Demon Lord back then.
He should not be able to make a coback so soon.
Jing Jia sat in ditation, closing her eyes to practice.
A ruo cast a spell, covering the outer area of Jing Jia’s immortal palace with a layer of soundproof immortal fog.
She looked up at the beautifully flowing sky, "This way, even if a mystic bird flies by, it won’t disturb Your Majesty’s rest."
A ruo brought a bucket of Galaxy Water to water the Xiangsi Tree.
Her slender hands touched the trunk gently.
"After just a short while apart, how co it feels like your leaves have increased?"
As A ruo spoke, she turned around and saw a tall, shadowy figure standing not far away.
She scread in fright: "Ah!"
When A ruo looked closely, she slowly patted her chest: "Immortal Lord Lu Wang, you nearly scared to death."
Lu Wang was tall, like a silent wall, yet not so crude.
His sharp eyes carried a detached scrutiny.
When he spoke, his voice was as dull as his character.
"Is Your Majesty here? I’ve co to report."
Having said that, he unfastened a Small Immortal Bag from his waist and tossed it to A ruo.
A ruo opened it and found it full of flowers.
Last ti, during his cultivation, Lu Wang destroyed the Lover’s Flowers nurtured by Yue Lao.
Yue Lao complained to the Heavenly Daoist, so Jing Jia punished Lu Wang by making him gather all the destroyed flowers back.
A ruo looked and said, "Your Majesty is busy now and cannot see you. I’ll keep these for you temporarily, and I’ll pass them on when she’s free."
Lu Wang nodded and coldly replied, "Okay."
Then he turned and left.
Watching his tall figure depart, A ruo muttered, "Clearly a bear transford into an immortal, yet looks more wooden than us stones."
A ruo put away the Immortal Bag, picking up the bucket, and humd a song as she tidied up Jing Jia’s clothes.
After leaving the immortal palace, Lu Wang returned to his Cave Heaven Blessed Land.
He loved caves, and his immortal mansion naturally resembled one.
The first thing Lu Wang did was take out a copper mirror and wipe it twice.
Initially pitch black like ink, the mirror’s reflection gradually cleared away as he wiped it.
A youthful and incredibly handso face appeared.
"Lu Wang, what is it?" Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow coldly.
Lu Wang replied in a dull voice, "Lord Demon, I have placed the items into the Flower Bag and successfully handed them to the Immortal Servant by Heavenly Dao’s side."
"You acted quickly; good, I know. Wait for my next instructions on what to do next."
Feng Fuce said coldly, lowering his head as if looking at sothing.
Then he said to Lu Wang, "Enough said, we’ll discuss it later if needed."
The image of Feng Fuce in the mirror completely disappeared.
Lu Wang blinked his silent eyes twice.
The Demon Lord left in such a hurry; did he encounter so tricky matter?
anwhile, Bai Zhi’er stretched, letting out a big yawn.
Feng Fuce folded his arms, "Finally awake?"
The little one sat up and found they were still inside the carriage.
"Brother Fu Ce, how long did I sleep? Why haven’t we reached ho yet?"
"Not long, just an hour. You were sleeping so soundly that I didn’t intend to wake you, so I waited for a bit."
Bai Zhi’er listened, patting her little face, "Why did I sleep for so long!"
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