The Return of the King

In the peace consulate, Elder Wen looked unperturbed. Now that he had confirmed that the three of them didn't dare do anything to him, he was very reassured… it didn't matter how cheekily he behaved from now on.

At this moment, Daoist Horse Face was feeling hateful regret.

If they had known earlier, they wouldn't have arranged to meet in the peace consulate; if only they had found another venue specially for the peace talks.

At the moment, the envoys from the other three territories looked at each other in dismay; they were wondering in their hearts whether Demon Saint's restriction truly existed or not. Since ancient times, no one had had the guts to cross this line, so there had been no way to confirm if it was real. The problem was that even if they didn't know for sure, this wasn't a line they dared cross!