Extreme Demon Heavenly Palace!
Ye Xuan lazily leaned back on the Supreme Throne, resting his cheek on one hand, lost in thought. His eyes occasionally deepened and at times flashed with a sinister light.
"Master, the disciple has already imprisoned the two of them in the Divine Prison."
Ye Xuanmo strode forward, bowed deeply to Ye Xuan, his face full of reverence and devotion, speaking with utmost caution.
This time Ye Xuanmo was completely subdued, not daring even a hint of rebellious thought against Ye Xuan in his heart.
"Of the three disciples, you are the most obedient. Very good, very good." Ye Xuan's thoughts returned, faintly praising Ye Xuanmo.
"Disciple doesn't dare claim credit, this is merely what a disciple should do."
Ye Xuanmo hurriedly showed humility, then paused slightly before speaking: "However, there is something I wonder if I should say."
"Speak." Ye Xuan said.
