The Demon Clan Needs a Saint Even More!

The terms were tempting, and the promise came at a heavy price.

Zhunti looked at Jieyin, his eyes full of inquiry.

Jieyin pondered for a long while. At last, a faint smile appeared on that sorrowful face of his, though it looked even uglier than crying.

"Your Majesty speaks wisely. As for the alliance, my Western Teachings... accept."

Di Jun was delighted.

However, Jieyin's next words instantly froze the joy on his face.

At last, Jieyin forced a faint smile onto his sorrowful face, though it looked even uglier than crying.

"Your Majesty speaks wisely. As for the alliance, my Western Teachings... accept."

Di Jun was delighted, and the weight in his heart finally lifted halfway.

However, Jieyin's next words instantly froze the joy on his face.

"However, the Saint Position is elusive, and there are too many uncertainties in fighting for it." Jieyin slowly rolled his prayer beads, his voice unhurried. "My Western Teachings are impoverished, and we have just suffered a great calamity. We truly cannot withstand any more turmoil."

Zhunti snorted coldly from the side and added at the right moment, "To put it bluntly, my senior brother and I do not want to keep accompanying the crown prince in his studies, only to end up with nothing."

Di Jun frowned. He understood the implication behind those words.

"What do the Saints mean?"

Jieyin finally raised his eyelids. His murky eyes were frighteningly clear at this moment.

"I can forgo the Saint Position. But this time, regardless of the final outcome, your Demon Clan must provide three Innate Spiritual Treasures to my Western Teachings as compensation."

"What?!"

Before Di Jun could speak, Emperor Taiyi behind him could no longer hold back and roared in fury.

However, this was merely a divine-sense incarnation he had left on Di