Monarch Night

Zheng Yunqi suddenly looked up.

However, the Starlight Master raised his hand, stopping him from speaking, and said softly, "Tonight Yemo came, stirring the unrest in my heart. Therefore, with all my brothers and sisters, I pour out my heart. After today, these words will not be spoken again."

"So you don't need to speak either."

"If you have something to say, keep it to yourself."

"Saying it now is of no use."

The Starlight Master smiled faintly: "Everyone, after today, I will still be the same mercurial, insane Starlight Master. Because I am a Demon! So... disperse, go to sleep!"

The Starlight Master waved his hand, suddenly feeling a bit despondent.

Leaning on the throne, his body lay at an angle, exuding an indescribable weariness.

Everyone wanted to speak, but seeing the Starlight Master like this, they dared not.

Zheng Yunqi bowed deeply and then quietly withdrew.

Immediately, Zhao Wushang did the same.

Then everyone held back the sourness in their hearts, bowed deeply, and exited in silence.

At the door of the hall, they turned back. They saw the Starlight Master leaning on the throne in the silent hall, alone. Although gilded and luxurious, everyone felt that the Starlight Master was so lonely and helpless.

It was a kind of... powerlessness after extreme struggle.

A solitude destined not to be valued, despite all the effort and with more to come.

Everyone was silent.

Thinking of their own situation, they all trembled inwardly.

Silently, they walked towards their accommodations. That night, almost all were sleepless.

One by one, eyes open, looking at the ceiling, gazing into the darkness, thinking of the Starlight Master's words, pondering their own circumstances.

Hearts were stirred.

Some people, especially the girls, thought all night, silently weeping through the dark hours.

That night, the Starlight Master's sudden display of vulnerability, and those heartfelt words, that sincerity, captured almost everyone's heart.

This ugly in appearance, ruthless in action, crude in speech, volatile Demon, suddenly became vivid and relatable in the hearts of young demons.

And very endearing!

Although he seemed to have fallen from his divine pedestal, he was in fact more secure in that position!

More real and reliable. — This is our own kind. This is our leader!

He is like us, yet at any time can fare better than us.

After this night, all the respect and admiration turned into loyalty!

Even when beaten, scolded, punished, even when the Starlight Master beat and scolded them for no reason... it all became natural, it all became their motivation!

It was only beating and scolding, but without discrimination, without ignoring me.

The light of the Starlight Master, from this moment on, in the hearts of these family young demons, almost replaced Yemo, replaced Yan Beihan, replaced Chen Yin.

Because they... are Heaven's Chosen Sons, and they could never understand what we think in this lifetime.

But the Starlight Master understands.

He knows me!

That's enough!

...

After a night of teaching and assuming poses, Steward Fang came to take his post.

Full of spirit.

He was thinking, would what he said last night have any effect? After these people returned to headquarters, what would they do?

In their respective families, how would things unfold?

With this kind of stimulus, would they all rise to certain positions in the future?

When he soared in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, how many of these people could be of use?

Last night's words, for these people, truly touched their hearts, definitely stirred something, and in the days to come, would certainly ferment.

Gradually, these three to four hundred people would be influenced.

"Not asking for much, if among these three to four hundred, five or six could be useful in the future... then all the efforts during this period would not have been in vain."

Fang Che pondered quietly in his heart.

Entering the Steward Hall, golden stars shimmered.

Everyone nodded and smiled warmly.

The lame Hong Er quickly bowed his head.

Fang Che nodded, returned to his seat. A bit puzzled, ever since the last attack, he hasn't seen Zhao Ying'er again.

It seemed that this person vanished silently.

But it didn't matter, with an all-knowing by his side.

While patrolling the street, Fang Che asked, "How is Steward Zhao's injury now?"

"Steward Zhao Ying'er?"

"Is there anyone else?"

"After Steward Zhao was injured last time, I heard the family took him back to recuperate." Tang Zheng, truly all-knowing.

"Family?"

Fang Che was surprised, "Where?"

"I don't know. The origins of Steward Zhao have always been a secret." Tang Zheng said, "I've inquired for a long time, but found nothing."

"Even you don't know?"

Fang Che was startled.

"No." Tang Zheng was a bit frustrated.

"But for Steward Zhao to keep such a secret for so many years at the Guardian Hall, that's impressive."

Fang Che was a bit impressed.

"So many years?"

Tang Zheng was shocked: "What so many years? Steward Zhao, fully calculated, has been with us at the Guardian Hall for just half a year. He arrived three months before you, Fang Steward. Not even that!"

Fang Che suddenly stopped in his tracks, sharply turned his head: "Less than three months?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"It's not just me who knows, everyone knows." Tang Zheng was surprised: "What's the matter?"

Fang Che furrowed his brow, pondering.

He remembered clearly.

On that day, when Zhao Ying'er gave him a message, there was something mentioned.