Li Rui had already set off on the return journey with Cheng Mingyue. Despite both being exhausted from the battle, they safely left the encirclement of the Demon Race who coveted the palace, because as they walked out of the palace doors, the magnificent building, which never really existed in the desert, instantly turned into mist and dispersed in all directions.
Everyone knew that the legendary treasure had indeed been taken by these few individuals.
The only thing the Demon Race misunderstood was that the legend described not just one treasure, but an entire treasury, from which Li Rui and Cheng Mingyue both gained.
Wherever they went, the demon sand bandits parted automatically, not daring to obstruct the path, afraid that a careless mistake could cost them their lives.
Zhu Wen felt this was the highlight of his demon life. He had never been looked upon with such admiration by so many demons, even if it was just a sidelong glance intended for him.
