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?"

Feng Fuce opened his eyes, his tone calm. "He’s already escaped. What’s the point of worrying about him?"

The Demon Gods looked at one another, quite astonished. "Escaped?! But didn’t those War Generals just say they’d captured Lu Wang?"

Feng Fuce let out a cold snort. "Those hypocritical immortals—their words are not worth a shred of trust."

"If they had truly captured Lu Wang, do you think the Heavenly Realm would voluntarily send people to come find us?"

"Naturally, they’d use Lu Wang as leverage to force me to appear. But they didn’t do that. Instead, they came here putting on a bluff, which proves that Lu Wang was not captured by them."

"So if we took it as true and went along to the Heavenly Realm, they would say we were feeling guilty. That would only confirm the crime that I sent Lu Wang to the Heavenly Realm."

The Demon Gods all voiced their admiration. "Lord Demon is truly too wise."

Someone couldn’t help asking, "Since that’s the case, remaining unmoved is our best course of action."

"But Lord Demon, you seem troubled. Why is that?"

Feng Fuce said nothing, closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Of course he had a headache over how he was going to tell Bai Zhi’er.

Because Feng Fuce knew the Xiangsi Tree was formed from the Heavenly Dao’s Mana, combined with Bai Xilie’s hair and essence blood.

It was the only Divine Tree that could bear witness to the yearning between husband and wife who were separated by such distance.

With the Xiangsi Tree destroyed, Bai Zhi’er would be inconsolable.

Especially with the Heavenly Dao still not yet awakened.

Feng Fuce stood up. "Guard the Demon World well. If there is any sign of disturbance, report it to me in advance. You must not act on your own."

"Yes!"

After that, Feng Fuce rushed back to the mortal world.

And by then, it was already the second night in the mortal world.

Bai Zhi’er was sitting in Yuan Zhen’s study.

"Junior Sister, try this fine Biluochun Tea. The conditions at the Yuan Residence are not what they used to be—this is the best tea in the Mansion."

"But I promise you, once the Yuan Residence regains its former glory, Senior Brother will definitely make it up to you with the finest Liu jian Tea leaves to taste."

Yuan Zhen enthusiastically poured tea, inviting Bai Zhi’er.

Bai Zhi’er glanced at the limpid tea liquor; there wasn’t the slightest smile on her face.

She only watched Yuan Zhen, full of anxiety.

Yuan Zhen, puzzled, sat down opposite her. "Junior Sister, what’s wrong? From the moment you came in, you’ve seemed weighed down with something on your mind."

"Have you run into some difficulty? You might as well tell your Senior Brother."

Bai Zhi’er spoke bluntly. "Senior Brother, from your face I can see you have a disaster of death upon you—tomorrow."

The faint smile on Yuan Zhen’s face froze.

After a few breaths, he smoothed out his expression. "Junior Sister must be joking. Perhaps I’ve simply not been resting well lately."

"Otherwise, why don’t you take another careful look for me?" Yuan Zhen clearly cared.