"This isn't just about being frugal," Feng Jiu said softly, laughing.
Her gaze lingered on the treasury where countless treasures and wealth were being taken away. With these things, the Demon Court would no longer be an empty shell, for after all these years, the amassed wealth was significant enough to handle the present situation.
Ao Shun silently watched every move of the Demon Kings. Each time a treasure was stored in a magical storing tool, his heart violently throbbed.
To him, this scene was nothing less than a lingering death, watching his hard-accumulated wealth slowly ending up in someone else's pocket, and the pain in his heart was unimaginable.
As time went on, the treasures in the treasury grew scarce, and Ao Shun's expression turned even uglier.
This long torture finally ended with the last bit of wealth disappearing. Ao Shun watched helplessly as his painstakingly saved fortune was wiped out, yet he dared not voice any objection.
