Ten Thousand Years of Loneliness
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Huangfu Qingjue also nodded while pondering on this himself. The demon emperor did not understand much about Ling Chuxi, but he could tell that her words were definitely not guesses made out of air, she definitely had her own logic for saying such things.
"What you have said is true," said the demon emperor thinking about it, falling into deep thought soon after.
"Perhaps there is some other mystery within all this that we don't yet know," Ling Chuxi said.
"That's right. Master, why don't we figure things out carefully before making any moves? This has been a ten-thousand-year wait after all. How can we give up so easily?" chimed in Zhen Ye and the rest. Naturally, they did not wish for the old demon emperor to die and so they all persuaded him in tandem.
The old demon emperor hesitated for a while.
"Have you already recovered?" Ling Chuxi took this chance to ask the sword spirit delightedly in her mind.