Bai Cang found himself in a difficult position. He wanted to save those two Demon Gods, but he did not want to offend Zhang Chen.
To him, the Demon Gods concerned the Demon Clan's Grand Plan, the Demon Race's fortune, and the future development of the Demon Race. Yet Zhang Chen's strength was unfathomable. Even two Demon Gods had been suppressed by him, while he himself remained completely unscathed. How could Bai Cang not be wary?
Zhang Chen had risen far too quickly, like a meteor streaking across the sky. Even Bai Cang's theft of the Dragon Qi from the Pacifying Border Prince's Mansion territory could not match his speed.
"This kid has some substance to him!" Bai Cang muttered. Then he lifted his teacup and took a sip. "I still need to devise a way to mediate this. Perhaps I can only ask Chen Sanliang to step forward."
Meanwhile, Zhang Chen returned all the way to the escort agency convoy and found Zhou Qiucheng sitting inside a carriage, reading. Seeing Zhang Chen return, Zhou Qiucheng looked at him curiously. "I heard that you and the Pacifying Border Prince's Mansion share a deep blood feud. But why did that demon consort show no hatred upon seeing you? She even kept you behind for a conversation?"
The relationship between Zhang Chen and the Pacifying Border Prince's Mansion was no secret. Anyone who made even a slight effort to inquire could uncover the whole story.
Hearing Zhou Qiucheng's question, Zhang Chen smiled. "Does Mister know Zhang Xiaolan's background?"
"I have heard a little of it," Zhou Qiucheng said.
Zhang Chen sat opposite Zhou Qiucheng. "Zhang Xiaolan is Zhang Xiaolan, and the Pacifying Border Prince's Mansion is the Pacifying Border Prince's Mansion. The mansion is now like a grand building on the verge