"You didn't find the altar?"
Li Chang'an frowned, lost in thought.
The Winged Human Race desperately wanted the altar. To that end, they had repeatedly driven the five great monster clans and the Black Dragon Tribe against the Human Race.
That meant one thing.
They knew perfectly well how important the altar was.
Even if they had no altar themselves, they had come into contact with one.
Li Chang'an instructed the Demon Cattail Flower, "Keep looking. Search thoroughly a few more times. If you still can't find it, take control of some high-ranking Winged Humans and interrogate them."
If they remained unable to find it, perhaps the Winged Human Race had hidden the altar too well.
But there were other possibilities.
For example.
An even stronger race might stand behind the Winged Human Race.
"Those five altars might be in the hands of a stronger race, with the Winged Human Race serving as nothing more than pawns."
Li Chang'an instructed the Demon Cattail Flower to continue infiltrating deeper into the Monster Race's territory.
He suspected something.
The true enemy lay in the deepest reaches of the Monster Race's territory.
A few days later.
The subdued banquet came to an end.
The Dragon Carp Clan's patriarch bade everyone farewell and returned to his clan's territory in the Boundary River.
Before long.
News came from the Dragon Carp Clan.
The clan publicly declared that it would ally with the Human Race and face the coming dangers together.
Upon hearing the news.
Yanlong Qian and Jin Langhui both breathed sighs of relief.
"It looks like our fellow cultivator from the Dragon Carp Clan persuaded all his clansmen."
"Perhaps he didn't need to persuade them. After all, their clan relies solely on feelings. Their patriarch only needed to let the others feel it for