Fengjiu stared blankly as the golden light disappeared into the sky, along with the three children. She felt a deep sense of reluctance and loss in her heart.
She stood at the bow and watched quietly. After a long time, she went back to the cabin and said, "I'll take a rest. Call me when we reach Tianshan Mountain." She left these words and remained silent in the cabin.
Du Fan, Leng Hua, Leng Shuang and others watched and sighed in their hearts. They were also reluctant to let the three young masters leave, but they all knew that only leaving would be the best for them.
In the upper fairyland, in a palace, four powerful men were sitting together discussing things.
"Didn't they say Fengjiu was taken to the demon world? Why did I hear that the demon king sent her back? What's going on? Didn't you ask anyone to investigate?" A burly man in black clothes who looked to be in his thirties asked in a calm voice. His sharp eyes under his sword-like eyebrows were as sharp as a blade, making people dare not look directly at him.
"Who knew that the demon king was so cowardly? He didn't even dare to seek revenge after seeing the demon queen being killed. Instead, he sent Fengjiu and her group away." Another person frowned, with displeasure on his majestic face: "What a waste of such a good opportunity."
"Fengjiu is the Phoenix Star of Destiny, how could she die so easily in the demon world? In my opinion, Fengjiu's life has to be taken by us ourselves, and no one else can be counted on."
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man. As he spoke, he stood up with his hands behind his back, looked at the other three people, and said, "Just wait! There will always be a chance to take her life. Didn't Xuanyuan Moze fall into our hands?"
"Speaking of Xuanyuan Moze, it is said that the spiritual power of that world has not completely dissipated, and is gradually solidifying and becoming stronger. I am afraid that Xuanyuan Moze is not dead yet, and may be recuperating somewhere and waiting for the right time." Another person looked thoughtful, frowning slightly: "If this is true, then it will be a bit troublesome."
The other person took a sip of the spiritual tea and said disapprovingly, "What's the trouble? If they want to ascend to become immortals, they must go through 9981 heavenly thunders. Are we afraid that we won't have a chance to intervene? No matter how powerful they are, can they be more powerful than the four of us?"
"That's true, but the growth of these two people is too amazing. If they are allowed to grow up, they will definitely become the masters of the world. By then, how can we, the Four Great Emperors, have a chance to gain a place?"
"Even if these little cultivators from the lower world are in charge of a piece of heaven and earth, if they dare to fight with us, we will not tolerate them!" The middle-aged man said in a calm voice, snorted, and said, "If they want to ascend to become immortals, it depends on whether they have the ability!"
Several people looked at each other and smiled at the same time. They took a sip of the spiritual tea and one of them said, "Yes, we are powerful beings of heaven and earth and the four great emperors. It is not difficult for us to take the lives of those two people. We want them to live, but they can't die. We want them to die, but they can't live either!"
"Hahahaha! Well said! Come, I'll toast you with tea instead of wine!" Another person laughed loudly and toasted them with the spiritual tea.