The Third Elder of the Demon Palace was about to speak, but Mo Yuan raised a hand to stop him.
The Third Elder understood. He simply crossed his arms and stood aside, watching West Sea dig his own grave.
"Mo Yuan, you little bastard! You actually dare to come back?"
West Sea snorted coldly. As he sized up Mo Yuan's cultivation, his brow twitched.
He had been sent away on business, and by the time he returned, the Demon Sea had already closed.
He was already furious, but he never expected Mo Yuan to have grown so bold as to return to the Demon Palace at a time like this.
He glanced at the Third Elder again and said sarcastically, "Third Elder, I think you've grown old and senile, haven't you?"
"Bringing Mo Yuan back so brazenly… Aren't you afraid the Demon Lord will cast you into the Heart of Ten Thousand Sources when he finds out?"
