The weather was clear.
The golden sun shone down upon the world.
At the top of Taiping Mountain, on the peak of Taiping, fluffy white clouds dotted the sky.
Taiping Palace.
Inside the main hall.
Almost forty beings, tall or short, thin or plump, all emitting formidable and fierce auras, stood respectfully inside the spacious hall.
At the top of the grand hall.
A figure in a green robe sat high up.
Lu Wufei held a stack of scrolls in his hands, his face expressionless as he addressed the gathered demons, "Those that have been named, remain here."
"Those not yet named, whose territories lie within Taiping Mountain, leave immediately with your little demons and depart from Taiping Mountain."
"I don't care if you go to Great Wilderness Mountain or anywhere else."
"Within one day, you must leave your original territory..."
As his words fell.
The Demon Marshal Generals present stirred whether they had been named or not, their faces showing unrestrained agitation.
