Settling Down

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"Please speak, my lord." The snow-white long-haired woman said as she heaved a sigh of relief in her heart.

She was truly worried that the Demon Master Chenhuo in front of her was unwilling to reconcile. If that was the case, a powerful enemy at the sixth level of the Void could definitely give the Illusionary Moon Sect a headache.

But now, even though the Demon Master Chenhuo had conditions, as long as he was willing to reconcile, it was enough for them to rejoice.

"Zhao Mang, Zhao Ling, come out." The Demon Master glanced at the tavern behind and shouted.

Zhao Mang and Zhao Ling, who were in the tavern, immediately walked out.

"Master." Zhao Mang greeted respectfully.

"Master?" The snow-white long-haired woman, Master of Black Light, and the three-meter-tall middle-aged man all looked at Zhao Mang in astonishment.