As long as they learned the method she used to draw in demonic qi, whether it was breaking through in cultivation or replenishing demonic qi, both would become exceedingly easy.
Several personal guards were unwilling to give up just like that, but the king's prohibition was no mere decoration either.
They had merely been arrogant for too long, and had nearly lost their composure in a fit of rage.
"Then what do you suggest? She has offended us like this—are we really just going to let her go? And more than that, I want to know exactly how she broke through!"
"It would be difficult to make a move under the king's very nose. Why not promise her some benefits? She will surely be willing to tell us her secret."
The peacemaking personal guard transmitted his voice to the others, then added at the end.
"If she refuses, find a way to seize her and keep her close. Spare her life for now, and settle the score after the king takes Dark Night City."
The expressions of the group settled, and they smiled as they patted his shoulder.
"You're still the one with the ideas, kid. The Yang Jiao Demon Race truly lives up to its reputation for intelligence.
We'll leave this matter to you. If you need anything from us, just say the word."
The Yang Jiao Demon smiled without taking credit.
After giving them a reassuring look, he walked toward Xu Chunniang and performed a proper salute.
"Greetings, Demon Princess."
Xu Chunniang turned and cast a glance at the demonic cultivator beside her. He had ram horns and a flood-dragon tail; he was a member of the Yang Jiao Demon Race.
She had noticed him earlier when he had been transmitting his voice to those personal guards.
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