Inside a room designed in an eastern setting, an old man seated at the head seat was emitting a dangerous aura. A man was whispering to his ear. The poor man who was unfortunately chosen to serve the demon king was almost pissing himself as words came out of his mouth.
"Bring her here when she comes." The old man, Oujiro, ordered in a cold voice. The man nodded his head and dashed out of the room, of course, he remained calm and quiet on the outside.
After the man left, Oujiro was left alone in the room. He let out a sigh while he looked outside, where the garden could be seen.
A greenhouse would be sighted once you entered the garden. And that greenhouse was where Yue liked to stay. Remembering the bitter events in the past, his heart tightened.
He looked away. It has been years, maybe he should demolish it and replace it with another building.
How long would he still be caught up with the past?
