Little Qing slowly lifted her head when she heard the words and saw Feng Jiu wearing a golden mask.
The young girl did not recognize the mask, and although she had heard few legends about the Demon Emperor, she felt the figure before her was so majestic, so comforting.
"My name is Little Qing!" For some reason, the normally strong Little Monster couldn't help but shed tears. Although she tried hard to stop them, not wanting the person before her to see her weakness, tears still slid down her cheeks like a string of pearls.
"Little Qing, that's a beautiful name," Feng Jiu sighed softly before speaking.
As she slowly moved forward, at that moment, the destroyed Demon Capital seemed to come alive.
Endless light surged from the ground to the sky, instantly spreading throughout the entire Demon Capital. These beams of light interwove together, forming building after building, as if the ancient Demon Court had crossed endless years to reappear on this land.
