The sky was gradually darkening.
Atop Mount Taiping, the cold wind howled and the chill was biting.
A group of Demon Marshal Generals, sovereigns of their own territories on ordinary days, were gathered at the palace's square, constantly discussing in low voices.
"The voice earlier said that three kings had died, do you think that's possible?"
"I don't think so. The king was so powerful, he slew all five Demon Kings at Fengyun Ridge. How could he die so easily?"
"How is it impossible, the voice of the master of Mount Taiping has been heard throughout the Great Wilderness Mountain. If the king was alright, he would have shown up by now..."
"Perhaps the king was just injured and left, he might return in the future..."
"If you have so much faith in the king, why are you here?"
"I too want to leave, but I dare not..."
"Keep your distance from me..."
"Never mind how the king is doing, let's just overcome the predicament at hand. Who knows how the new king will treat us?"
