There were people in this world like Ye Zhenmo, who hated the Devil Race and wished to slaughter them all to the last. There were also many who would sell their souls to the devil so long as the profits were great enough. The City of Chaos was precisely such a place, a place tacitly accepted by the higher-ups of both races. Since neither side could wipe out the other anytime soon, limited cooperation was something they could consider.
"In short, if the Skyfire Merchant Association really sends you an invitation, it would be best not to accept it. Their many experts are dead, wounded, or fled; they are already unable to protect themselves. Going in now would undoubtedly be walking into death!" Having said this much, the waiter said no more.
For the sake of those hundred spirit crystals, he had already said everything that needed to be said.
"Since you speak so well, consider these hundred spirit crystals a reward!" Ye Xiwen tossed out another hundred spirit crystals. The waiter repeatedly thanked him before taking his leave.
This City of Chaos was even more interesting than he had imagined. Yet he promptly cast the Skyfire Merchant Association's affairs to the back of his mind. He had never intended to interfere in matters between the native inhabitants of this city.
However, the Chaos Stone was rather intriguing. Yes, it had indeed moved him. This was a clue connected to an ancient Demon God. Even though countless people had explored it over the years without finding so much as a trace, he was still unwilling to give up—utterly unwilling. Only two years remained. Without some fortuitous encounter, making a meteoric rise within two years was simply an impossible task. At the very least, he had to enter the Celestial Realm