Actually, Jimo Fan is overthinking this.
Xihe's purpose was simple: he just didn't want to return Jimo Fan.
This kid is quite amusing, and there are still many mysteries surrounding him that haven't been solved yet, so he wants to stay a little longer.
There was no other way; the real Venerable One had been missing for too long, and he was afraid of being exposed if he went out with this face. Most of the time, he could only stay alone in the Demon Palace, staring blankly at the room full of gold and silver treasures.
A true reflection of being so poor that all they have left is money.
"Suitable? What are you discussing with me about whether it's suitable or not?" Xihe practically pulled Jimo Fan down onto her, forcing the latter to support himself with one hand on the armrest of her throne.
"I can crush all of you little things with a single finger. In this world, I am the rule."
"You think you can only speak a few words to me if you call Qu Jin over? Who do you think you are? Do you think you're qualified to preach to me?"
The oppressive force swept over in an instant, and everyone present was unable to lift their heads. Ji Mofan even noticed that Lin Ju'an's mouth was bleeding, and he was swaying precariously, likely to faint if left unattended.
He couldn't help but squint.
Foolish! Why go looking for trouble?
As for the name Qu Jin, Xi He brought it up abruptly, and everyone present took a moment to react before vaguely remembering that it was the name of the Supreme Venerable of the Xiaoling Sect.
However, the Venerable One had been in seclusion for many years, and his name had gradually faded from memory.
Because Ning Weisheng was standing at the very front, he was the first to be hit by the demonic energy, and he felt his blood and qi surging almost instantly.
Desperately suppressing the metallic taste in his throat, he slowly but forcefully raised his head.
He saw Ji Mofan forced to bow before the Demon Lord, his slightly furrowed brows clearly showing his reluctance, but because of the Immortal Locking Chain around his waist, he was helpless even if he wanted to resist.
If they are treated so humiliatingly in front of them, imagine how much the Demon Lord will torment them when they can't see them!
He was determined to lead his senior brother away from this den of dragons and tigers!
Among the group, Li Jinchu was probably the least affected.
His strength wasn't the most outstanding, after all, there were several people present who were older than him.
However, the defensive magical artifacts he carries are top-of-the-line.
Who told him to be the young master?
The oppressive aura that would be unbearable for others was like the sweltering, humid air before a rainstorm to him. Therefore, he had the energy to be distracted and observe Ji Mo Fan on the throne and the Demon Lord beside him.
Since Ji Mofan entered the door, he hadn't said a word, only being dragged around by the Demon Lord, looking quite like he was being controlled.
But that's precisely the strange thing. Based on his understanding of Ji Mofan's personality from his time with him, if he were truly in a situation where he was being held back by others, he wouldn't do nothing and let himself fall into such a sorry state.
After all, this group of people in front of him was his best help in escaping the Demon Palace.
However, Ji Mofan barely made eye contact with them, and when he was pulled over, he just looked down at the Demon Lord in front of him.
Something's not right. This person is probably plotting something behind the scenes.
Without knowing the whole story, Li Jinchu couldn't guess what their eye contact was saying. She simply lowered her head for the time being, pretending to be unable to lift it due to the oppressive aura.
Anyway, someone will step forward first.
Ning Weisheng coughed heavily.
His bloodlust, though he couldn't suppress it, seeped from the corner of his mouth. But he seemed completely unconcerned, still taking half a step forward despite the oppressive aura, straightening his back and speaking, "The cultivation world has always been united, and we have never abandoned any of our companions."
“Our meaning now is the same as that of the Supreme Venerable One.”
"Is the Demon Lord blatantly defying my will and forcibly keeping cultivators from my cultivation world in the Demon Palace a declaration of war against the cultivation world?"
The oppressive aura in the main hall intensified slightly in an instant.
Lin Ju'an, the weakest among them, had to rely on the Xiaoxiang Sword to stay upright.
"Who told you he didn't stay voluntarily?"
Xihe's voice, shrouded in demonic energy, struck him as if directly into his mind, causing him to feel dizzy and disoriented.
"It was only by using the Immortal-Locking Chains that we were forced to stay by our side. If the Demon Lord doesn't call this coercion, then what is?" Ning Weisheng was still able to speak clearly, word by word. It was hard to imagine what kind of willpower was supporting him.
"You mean this? I only tied it to him because I thought it looked nice." Xihe casually fiddled with the Immortal Locking Chain around Jimo Fan's waist. Black demonic runes floated on it, emitting an unpleasant aura.
"These are all the Demon Lord's words; our senior brother has never expressed his opinion," Ning Weisheng said with difficulty.
"Fine, then you tell me yourself." Xihe pulled Jimo Fan, forcing him to bend over, and casually flicked his chin with her hand.
"Did you choose to stay? I promised you the position of Demon Queen. You can't go back on your word and abandon me after starting something."
Let him speak? What should he say?
Ji Mofan tilted his head to avoid his hand, and as expected, he received a sudden change in his expression.
This man was fairly well-behaved when he was Xihe, but once he put on the skin of Demon Lord Xiao Wangyan, he became completely lawless. No one knows what outrageous things he might do.
Perhaps he should be thankful that the Demon Lord himself has disappeared and that the person sitting here is just an imposter; otherwise, the situation would have been far more outrageous than what he is facing now.
"The Demon Lord also said that you offered it to me willingly." Ji Mo Fan lifted his eyelids, his eyes showing no particular emotion as he looked at him. "I never agreed to it."
Although Xihe was still smiling, the force with which she held the Immortal-Locking Chain suddenly increased.
Ji Mofan was completely pulled over this time, and in front of the group of people from the cultivation world, Xi He forcefully pressed him into her arms.
Ji Mofan is indeed powerless in his hands now, and can only slightly tilt his head as the greatest form of resistance.
“Even our senior brother has said so, it’s probably not appropriate for the Demon Lord to keep him in his hands.” Ning Weisheng was the first to speak up for him.
"Hmm? What did he say?" Xihe didn't even glance at Ning Weisheng, who was practically burning up, but instead slowly examined Ji Mofan, pinching his chin.
"I didn't hear anything, all I heard was you chattering away."
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