The return of the Demon Emperor had given these people boundless confidence in such a perfectly established small world. They believed that as long as they kept working hard, the day would eventually come when they would overthrow the Heavenly Court.
Meanwhile, in the outside world, Feng Jiu was strolling through the ruins with Lin Fang, letting him take a good look at the Treasure Space she had once occupied.
"This is the space I meticulously crafted back in the day, originally planned to evolve into a small world in preparation for establishing the Demon Realm," Feng Jiu said with pride.
"It's just a pity that the village chief grandpa wouldn't give me the World Seed, or else how could I have been defeated so miserably back then."
In front of Lin Fang, Feng Jiu always took off her mask; at this moment, she wasn't the supreme ruler of the Demon Clan, but rather a mere woman.
Lin Fang glanced quietly at Feng Jiu's proud face, suppressing his suicidal urge to speak his mind.
