594: Priest Spirit Sound 594: Priest Spirit Sound Based on her understanding of Jiang Fan.
If there was no reason, Jiang Fan would not fall silent.
He must be analyzing something.
This made Concubine Yunxia feel unbelievable.
What could a human like Jiang Fan have to do with the aloof Priest lineage?
“I’m asking you, what is your relationship with the Priest lineage?”
Concubine Yunxia’s curiosity was piqued.
Jiang Fan said dryly, “Then let’s first talk about your relationship with the Demon Emperor.”
Concubine Yunxia felt a bit frantic.
It was hard enough to get a glimpse of some unknown information about the Priest lineage.
Yet Jiang Fan began playing coy.
“Forget it if you don’t want to say,” said Concubine Yunxia.
“Alright, conversation over.”
Jiang Fan decisively closed off the Mute Zen.
Concubine Yunxia was enraged.
She lightly punched her thigh.
This bastard really shut it off!
Talking halfway is sure to invoke heavenly retribution!
“What’s wrong, Yunxia?”
Suddenly, the Demon Emperor turned his head, looking oddly at the angry Concubine Yunxia.
“No, nothing, I was just thinking about how Green Crane Masters caused the Ancient Giant to attack, harming Chun Ni, and got angry,”
lied Concubine Yunxia hurriedly.
Unknowingly, she had lied to the Demon Emperor again.
The Demon Emperor nodded slightly and said, “I will remember that account.”
“I will get justice for you two.”
After speaking, he withdrew his gaze.
Concubine Yunxia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling both angry and frustrated.
That little brat Jiang Fan almost made her slip up.
Several days later.
The Demon Race’s Holy Altar.
In the nearby valley, flowers bloomed in abundance and green trees provided shade.
A gentle breeze blew, and spring water trickled.
Insects, fish, birds, and beasts roamed freely in the valley.
Demon Moon sat alone by the creek.
In her hands, she held a small white rabbit whose little mouth was nibbling on a green leaf.
Demon Moon stroked its soft fur, her empty eyes gazing blankly at the creek.
The clear water reflected her beautiful young face.
And also her bit of sorrow.
Suddenly.
A dreamy, breathtakingly beautiful face of a young girl was also reflected in the water.
It was a beauty not belonging to the mortal world.
A beauty so pure, so clean, it was intoxicating.
Fish in the water swam closer, circling the reflection.
The peach blossom by the stream also began to fall, though it was blooming season, and they fell into the water drifting away.
The once very beautiful face of Demon Moon now appeared utterly ordinary in front of this suddenly appearing visage.
Demon Moon abruptly sat up.
She looked at the Spirit Sound, who had appeared behind her at some point, nervously said, “Mother.”
Spirit Sound quietly looked at her and said, “You are hiding something from me.”
It was a statement.
Not a question.