Muzan: My daughter can't be that weak!

"Zheng"

As the sound of the pipa began, the space of the Infinite City shifted accordingly.

Once the ghosts' vision cleared again, they found themselves on a much wider platform.

Muzan was still positioned above the other demons, and Yukina was moved from his arms to a position behind him.

Kokushibo remained seated behind the beaded curtain, but with the platforms merged, the curtain appeared even more solitary and desolate.

"A boring farce is finally over."

Muzan's gaze lingered on Doma, who had just been promoted, for a moment, but there was no hint of approval in his tone.

"Doma, now that you've taken that position, show me what you're worth. Don't disappoint me like that shrine maiden."

A bunch of useless people, they need to be disciplined...

Immediately afterwards, he coldly swept his gaze over the ghosts below who were bowing their heads, paused briefly, and began his routine reprimand.

"Look at the state of you all!"

His gaze moved slowly, and wherever it passed, the heads of the ghosts drooped even lower.

"One or two of them, all useless trash. Decades, centuries have passed, and there is still no trace of the Ubuyashiki clan's hiding place, not even a group of barely surviving humans can be found."

His voice was filled with annoyance and disdain.

"The blue spider lily, the only thing I sought, yet what have you brought back? Useless garbage, absurd false information!"

"Yu Hu, did you find the fake flowers from last time funny?"

The jade pot that had been called out was hiding behind his pot, trying to make its presence known.

"I have poured my heart and soul into giving you strength and time, not so that you would waste your time here and accomplish nothing! If you continue to be useless, I will have to consider the meaning of your existence."

As soon as Muzan finished speaking, a very slight rustling sound came from the fabric behind him.

He lowered his head.

A small hand gently tugged at his drooping clothes, and then a fluffy black head cautiously peeked out from beside his leg.

Xue Nai first cautiously tilted her head up, and seeing that her father didn't seem angry, she mustered up her courage and asked in a soft, breathy voice:

"Dad, can Xue Nai stand up a little bit now?"

She originally just wanted to sneak forward a little bit when her father wasn't looking, so she could see what the ghost below looked like.

But her father's ears were too sharp, and he immediately noticed her little trick, so she had no choice but to obediently ask for permission first.

What a fool!

Didn't they realize they had stepped forward when they were blocked?

Muzan naturally noticed her sneaky little attempts to inch forward, but he was too lazy to point it out.

Now that she's asked...

He showed no expression and didn't answer; he simply picked her up and placed her in front of him.

Yukina finally saw it and immediately looked curiously at the kneeling demons below.

Eh...

Dad just seemed to be talking about a rat's nest.

Weren't you looking for flowers?

Why are we looking for other people's rat nests again...?

Her mind was full of questions, and she couldn't quite understand this complicated adult topic, but she didn't dare to ask at this moment, and just kept her doubts to herself.

This faint child's voice sounded very out of place in the Infinite City.

All the ghosts were startled, almost thinking they had misheard.

Only Kokushibo, behind the beaded curtain, remained expressionless. After the child's voice faded, he solemnly continued Muzan's earlier question: "Your subordinate... is incompetent and has no words to defend himself."

His six eyes were lowered, his posture calm, and he did not utter a single word in defense of himself.

Below, it was Doma, who was kneeling at the front, who raised his head first.

A smile bloomed on his face, his seven-colored eyes curved into crescents, and he waved enthusiastically in the direction where Muzan and Yukina were.

At this moment, in his eyes, Upper Moon Six had become Upper Moon Two.

"Oh dear, this is really..."

He first addressed Muzan, speaking in an exaggerated tone.

"I'm not good at investigation and tracking, what should I do? Although I managed to beat the shrine maiden, the thought of how useless I am, unable to even help Lord Muzan with a little flower, makes me feel terrible~"

He swayed slightly as he spoke, his tone ashamed, but his posture relaxed, revealing a perfunctory attitude.

Alright, alright, I've said all the nice things I needed to say.

He turned towards Yukina, his smile becoming much more genuine.

"Oh my, Yukina, Uncle Doma is here!"

As he spoke, he even tried to pat Akaza on the shoulder next to him, enthusiastically introducing, "This is Uncle Doma's best friend, Akaza-kun..."

Before he finished speaking, Akaza had already moved half a step to the side expressionlessly, leaving the hand that was trying to reach out empty-handed.

How can this bastard have absolutely no sense of boundaries?

If Muzan hadn't been there, he would have already punched him.

At this moment, he simply pursed his lips, and a faint blue vein throbbed on his forehead.

However, his attention was also drawn to the commotion above, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look up.

Lord Muzan's attire remains magnificent and exquisite.

However, there was indeed a small figure beside him.

She was a human girl of about six or seven years old, with black curly hair and pale skin. Most striking of all were her eyes, which were exactly the same as those of Muzan.

There really is a little devil here?

Akaza immediately realized that the muffled exclamation from the child earlier was not a hallucination.

That annoying guy Doma, surprisingly, didn't completely ramble on this time!

That's really strange...

With a deep sense of confusion, he quickly glanced sideways at Doma beside him.

The guy showed no embarrassment at being rejected, still smiling and looking up at the sky, while the child above seemed to be smiling back at Doma.

Akaza's brows furrowed even more, his cold face filled with incomprehension.

Is it really possible for a ghost to act so familiar with someone like Doma?

It is still Muzan's bloodline.

This world is truly incomprehensible.

Half-Heaven Dog was already trembling with fear. He shrank into the shadows while frantically begging for mercy, "Please forgive me, please..."

Upon hearing Xue Nai's voice, he felt no curiosity whatsoever, and didn't even dare to look up. "Kids are scary too. Don't look at me, don't pay attention to me... I'm just a useless old man."

Unable to contain the artist's curiosity, Yu Hu twisted its body and moved closer to Tong Mo, lowering its voice to ask:

"Lord Doma... do you know the person next to Lord Muzan?"

In his preconceived notion, Setsuna was probably just an ordinary kid that Muzan-sama was playing a family game on a whim.

But at this moment, he sensed something unusual.

"Oh dear, Lady Yuhu, that's a very good question!"

Doma covered his mouth with his fan and chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with pleasure.

"Yukina isn't your average oni, she's my best friend, we play together all the time!"

Yu Hu's expression changed slightly.

Could it really be Muzan's bloodline?

This realization almost made his teapot unstable.

Oh my god!

Inspiration! His inspiration has struck again!