Jinwen had been preparing to visit the Dragonkin and the Ghoulface Clan that day. The moment he heard the news, he understood Andore's intentions. "Let us explore the grasslands once more. With the secret arts of my Three-Faced Clan, we may be able to find some clues."
"Very well," Andore said.
Lu Yang clasped his hands and said, "How about I accompany you two? I still cannot be sure whether the missing Dragonkin are friendly toward us humans."
Andore gave Lu Yang an appraising look, then sneered. "If the Dragonkin Clan wanted to wipe you out, you would not have survived until today. There is no need for you to meddle. Return to your people and wait to trade with us."
Jinwen wore a cold sneer as well. "A race with only demigods has no right to travel with us."
Any other race from another world would have been unbearably embarrassed, but Lu Yang had already slaughtered every Dragonkin. Would he really care about the two men's arrogant rudeness?
"Then I shall return. I look forward to trading with your two noble races." To appear humble, Lu Yang deliberately bent at the waist and flew backward toward Baishan City.
Neither Jinwen nor Andore spared Lu Yang a proper glance. They simply flew away on their own, leaving the Blazing Demon God inside Lu Yang deeply displeased.
"Those damned bastards dare speak to me like that?" the Blazing Demon God growled.
"Don't be angry. Before long, those two races will be exterminated by us." As Lu Yang flew through the sky, he asked, "What is the Three-Faced Clan's secret art? It will not uncover our secret, will it?"
"The Three-Faced Clan's secret art is merely a soul-based sensory spell. There is no trace at all of the Dragonkin Clan having appeared