She Baihui finished speaking and turned her long, narrow eyes toward Feng Ling, seeking her opinion as well.
Feng Ling nodded after hearing this. "I agree with Beauty She's proposal. Ranxi, are you willing?"
Only then did Yunxi cup her hands with satisfaction. "I would naturally be more than willing to contribute to the Demon Realm's stability. However, I may need the two Demon Kings to bring back any Demon Cultivators with problems. If I act myself, it could easily cause misunderstandings."
This time, neither Feng Ling nor She Baihui objected. Ranxi was, after all, a human cultivator. If she made a move, it would indeed easily provoke resistance from the Demon Race.
Once the agreement had been reached, Yunxi smiled at Hu Ben. "Big Brother Hu Ben, my body is frail, and I wish to refine a warm cloak. Does the Tiger Clan have any Eighth Order tiger hide? I'm not greedy—I only need one piece."
Hu Ben nearly choked himself to death on a single breath after hearing Yunxi's words. Looking at her expectant gaze, then at his unconscious beloved daughter, and remembering that he had indeed been the one to strike first, he could not blame her for opening her mouth like a lion.
He wanted to ask the two Demon Kings to put in a good word for him, but when he turned his head, Feng Ling was idly playing with the red round fan in her hand, while She Baihui was picking at her nails. Neither of the two great figures even spared him a glance. They clearly had no intention of helping.
Hu Ben could only answer in a muffled voice, "There is one stored in the clan. Once you have checked and confirmed that the Tiger Clan has no problems, I will send