"Demon Lord, do you know where the Demon God Palace is?" Mu Tiantian asked.

Upon hearing this, Feng Ying glanced at her a couple more times. "The Demon God's Temple? Why are you asking about it?"

"I... am looking for a friend of mine, and I might need the help of the Demon God Temple. Since you are in charge of the entire Demon Realm, do you live in the Demon God Temple?" Mu Tiantian asked in a friendly and sincere manner, not seeming to have any ulterior motives.

Although Feng Ying didn't completely trust her, in his eyes she was just a blood ginseng spirit. To him, crushing her was as easy as crushing an ant, so he wasn't on high alert.

Feng Ying asked, "What kind of friend?"

"This... I don't know what it has become. I want to go and see it first." This Seven-Headed One said that it was almost eaten by a five-headed black panther, and that it was in the Demon God Temple. The system signal was poor, and its speech was intermittent. She didn't know what it had become now.

Feng Ying stroked his chin. "What's in it for me?"

After pondering for a while, Mu Tiantian cautiously asked, "What benefits does the Demon Lord want?"

He took a step toward her, lowered his head and leaned closer. Mu Tiantian subconsciously stepped back and kept her distance from him.

Feng Ying twitched his nose slightly and sniffed her scent. Besides the faint smell of blood ginseng, there was also a strong human scent.

Feng Ying asked, "Are you from the Mortal Realm?"

Mu Tiantian nodded.

"Do you know about the Mortal Realm? It seems to be a place quite different from other realms, something like a modern society."

"I know." Mu Tiantian nodded again. It seems that all the administrators of the various realms know about modern society, also known as the "mortal realm".

However, people in the mortal realm certainly wouldn't know about the existence of other realms, otherwise the system wouldn't be unable to detect them.

Can you bake a cake?

Mu Tiantian was taken aback by his question, wondering if she had misheard. "Cake?"

“Yes, it’s… how to describe it… well, it’s all fancy, made of flour and… cream.” Feng Ying gestured with his hands as he spoke.

He had only heard about the mortal realm from the patrol officers, but had never been there. The food there was given to him by the patrol officers and tasted unlike anything he could find elsewhere.

Mu Tiantian understood. Seeing that the Demon Lord liked to eat modern food, she immediately said, "I can make it. I can make whatever you want to eat."

Feng Ying was overjoyed and agreed to help her find friends.

As they were talking, Feng Yuan walked in. "Feng Ying, why are you looking in the mirror for so long? Did you even see anything?"

Feng Ying pointed to Mu Tiantian's original soul form in the Soul-Capturing Mirror and said, "It's just a Blood Demon Ginseng that has cultivated into a spirit; it's not human."

Feng Yuan was surprised, "It's not human?"

She looked Mu Tiantian up and down with curiosity.

Seeing the Blood Demon Ginseng in her hand, Feng Ying asked curiously, "Sister, why do you have another Blood Demon Ginseng in your hand?"

Feng Yuan casually remarked, "This is the fake 'Mu Tiantian' from earlier. I didn't expect her to revert to her original form so quickly this time."

Mu Qingxuan also saw the scene in the Soul-Capturing Mirror and recalled the situation in the Divine Realm a few days ago. "When I returned to the Divine Realm last month, I happened to find one and brought it to the Clear Mirror. The original form that was reflected was also the Blood Demon Ginseng. I think maybe her essence blood is gone, and she is just using the Blood Demon Ginseng to transform into her appearance, which is why the original form was reflected."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xiaocang felt a little disappointed, and after a long while, he became somewhat angry, "Why did Feng Lin do this?"

Mu Qingxuan shook his head. "Besides my father and mother, no one knows, and whether he did it or not is just speculation."

Ji Xiaocang asked in confusion, "I remember Aunt Xiang saying that the most likely person to obtain her essence blood was Feng Lin, but he was undergoing tribulation at that time and shouldn't have any memories. How could he have used magic to extract someone's essence blood?"

Mu Tiantian was completely confused, but she made some inferences based on what he said.

It's likely that this person named Feng Lin obtained her essence blood through some unknown means, and then used these Blood Demon Ginseng to create an image of her to deceive these people.

Feng Lin... Feng Lin...

"You still haven't told me why you captured me?" Mu Tiantian asked, looking at the group. "Who exactly is this Feng Lin you're talking about? And where is Lu Jia, who looks exactly like me?"

Feng Yuan placed the Blood Demon Ginseng, which had transformed into its original form, into her hand. "This is Lu Jia, but it's just a fake name. Oh well, it's just another false hope. The Soul-Capturing Mirror won't make a mistake. Let her go."

"We haven't answered my other questions yet," Mu Tiantian said, hoping to get as much information as possible out of me.

Mu Qingxuan ignored her, put the ghost mask back on, and left Ghost King City. His angry voice came, "If I see Feng Lin again, I will definitely kill him."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuan chuckled dryly and muttered under her breath, "That unfilial son."

Ji Xiaocang returned the ghost mask to Mu Tiantian, his eyes filled with undisguised disappointment. After a long while, he sighed and turned to leave.

Feng Ying was only concerned with whether he could eat the cake from the mortal realm. After saying goodbye to Feng Yuan, he took Mu Tiantian back to the Demon God Palace.

at the same time.

Inside the Demon Temple.

Youjing searched for the chicks in the back hall for a long time but couldn't find them. She questioned the demon guards, "Where are the chicks?"

The demon guard said weakly, "It seems... it's lost..."