Demon Lord Hong Lie's mansion.
After sending off the last demonic cultivator who came to congratulate him, Ying Jie narrowed his eyes, showing a hint of fatigue.
These past days, he had met with dozens of demonic cultivators from various families who came to congratulate and build connections with him.
The threshold was almost worn out from all the visitors.
Now, at last, these trivial matters could be temporarily set aside.
"Once the red clouds stir in the capital, a myriad of blossoms will bloom in astonishment..." Ying Jie murmured.
The feeling of becoming the focus of everyone's attention enthralled him endlessly.
Although on the surface, he seemed tired of dealing with these people, he was actually enjoying it immensely in his heart.
It was an exaggerated treatment he had never experienced before.
