"Wonderful!"
"We have a Young Master!"
"Our Demonic Domain has its lady!"
The crowd knelt and roared in unison.
"Congratulations, Exalted One!"
"May the Demonic Domain last for ages, its might shaking the world... May the Demonic Domain last for ages, its might shaking the world."
The Demon Cultivators on Javier Sinclair's side roared in unison, their slogan so comically grandiose it sounded like a massive sales pitch.
Watching this scene through the Mysterious Ancient Mirror, Celeste Grant couldn't help but laugh. 'It seems that whether it's in my Cultivation World or in the Upper Realm, the slogans for the demon factions led by the top villain are always this over-the-top.'
Just then, Javier Sinclair, seated in his Flying Palace, suddenly turned to look up at the sky.
He raised an eyebrow slightly.
He wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but he kept feeling a familiar gaze upon him. Yet when he focused his senses and looked, there was nothing there.
'How strange!'
