Something's not right! Without my order, who in these nine heavens would dare disturb the peace? They'd be courting death. Wen Long's brow twitched, and his hawk-like eyes instantly flashed with ruthlessness…

Wen Long shook his head, his high cheekbones and the brows without eyebrows twitched upwards, his gaze sweeping southeast.

He turned around and sat cross-legged in the center of the white jade bed, his chicken claw-like hands resting on his knees.

Wen Long pouted and closed his tired eyes. With dark circles under his eyes, he still looked like a vampire.

Wen Long raised his hand and pushed it forward. From his thin palm, a beam of red light shot towards the dark clouds beside the bed...

The dark clouds parted to both sides, revealing a gaping hole like a crack in a door.

"Puff puff!" A firebird, entirely crimson with wings over two meters wide and an orange beak, dragging a pair of thin legs about one meter long, flew in through the cave with its wings upright.

Once inside the cave, the firebird quickly regained its balance, opened its sharp beak towards the warm dragon, and let out two sharp cries, "Lili!" before slowly folding its wings and landing by the bedside, where it stood firmly on its slender legs...

"Go, quickly find out where that sound came from. I've been frowning a lot lately, and I'm feeling uneasy. I feel like something's wrong. Here's what we'll do: after you've finished investigating this, go to the mortal realm and see if the wronged souls are still there in that fiendish place..." Knowing roughly who had come, Wen Long didn't open his eyes. He kept them closed and motionless, only giving orders.

"Yes, sir!" The firebird lowered its head to indicate that it obeyed, then turned its head and swooped down towards the crack in the door, disappearing into the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

The last battle with that coward cost me a lot of energy. Wen Long spread his arms out to both sides, then raised his chicken claw-like hands to cover one side of his neck, pressing them hard on both sides with a "crunching" sound.

Only after confirming that he was relaxed did he raise his head, suddenly open his eyes, and at that moment, he pursed his thin lips and slowly stood up.

Raising his right hand, he flicked the sleeve of his black robe, and a dark cloud dispersed from the opposite wall, revealing an oval mirror. Standing before the mirror, Wen Long immediately saw his reflection: a long face covered with faint blue veins, a hooked nose in the center of his face, and a pair of protruding ears on either side. Even more strangely, his left eye was black and his right eye was red, and a wisp of curly mustache adorned his upturned chin…

"Look at me, I am truly extraordinary and as charming as ever." Wen Long stroked his beard, staring at the mirror, thinking that such praise would make him overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, his hand stroking his beard suddenly stopped, his red eyes almost spitting fire. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Hua Motian, your face may be repulsive, but after forty-nine days, when you turn to ashes, I will extract your essence and replicate your appearance. Once your face is mine, I will no longer hate it. At that time, I won't need to go into seclusion anymore; I can sit openly on my throne. Hahaha!"

Wen Long laughed wildly, then stepped off the bed and walked through the crack in the doorway. He flicked his right sleeve behind him, and with a "crackling" sound, a gust of air rushed towards the mirror behind him...

"Crash!" The mirror shattered on the jade bed, but as soon as Wen Long stepped out of the bedchamber, the fragments flew back up from the bed and pieced themselves back together...