Duan Yue was not perturbed in the slightest watching the elder lead Rong Qing inside first.
The Qing Vassal Prince was probably still unwilling to give up, so he wanted to cut in front of him and try if he could inherit even if it be one drop of the demon emperor's blood.
Inside the inner hall, a bright light suddenly surged.
The elder's excited voice was heard from within. "Vassal Prince? Does this mean success?"
Just as the elder finished saying this, that light suddenly vanished.
The white-haired elder shook his head and gave a long sigh. "It still isn't successful."
Even the elder felt anxious watching from the side, seeing that it was always just that tiny bit every time.
When the two of them exited the inner hall one of the other, Duan Yue paid particular attention to the Qing Vassal Prince Rong Qing's expression.
Yet that guy was still unruffled, without any change in his expression. He got disinterested looking at him.
