"The Demon King is wise."
Twenty years later.
The villa on the hilltop looked weather-beaten, the size of the vegetable garden in the courtyard had doubled, and an area cordoned off with a fence now housed a nest of plump Red-Bellied Goldfinches pecking at their feed noisily.
Demon Lord Xietong stood by the fence, staring expressionlessly at the Red-Bellied Goldfinches, his voice listless: "How are things on the Wang family's side?"
After twenty years of waiting, with the army almost breaching Jianling Pass and West End Pass several times, the urgency he initially felt had faded considerably, giving way to a much more resigned attitude.
Now, he no longer asked about the battle situation, but directly inquired about the progress the Wang family was making in resolving the ruins.
