In the central palace, a remarkably handsome young man lay reclined, swirling crimson liquid in his cup.
The young man's beauty was so exceptional, it was almost eerily enchanting.
The young man slowly sipped his drink, looking down at another striking youth standing with hands behind his back, and said quietly, "Has the Demon Lord issued an order?"
The striking youth below, with white hair, stood with his hands behind his back and calmly replied, "Otherwise what do you think I'm doing here?"
"For this mission, Demon Sect Peak must dispatch ten Demon Marshals, a hundred Upper-Level Demon Generals, three hundred Mid-Level Demon Generals, and a thousand Lower-Level Demon Generals."
"What?" The young man above raised his voice, his gaze growing colder, "Li Sheng, are you playing games with me?"
