Bai Yujun leaned on her shovel and pondered.
According to the Mountain God, the Sang family counted among the top immortal-cultivating aristocratic clans of the Wenhuo Great World. With countless descendants and a flourishing Lineage, to put it plainly, they were the sort who ran roughshod over others—bullying an expanse of land, plundering resources, and lording it over all.
The problem was that the Wenhuo Great World had suffered an invasion from the Demon Realm. Living beings had been plunged into misery, and the flames of war blazed fiercely.
The Heavenly Court had stopped the Demon Realm's main force. The immortal-cultivating aristocratic clans and various sects of the Wenhuo World were responsible for clearing out the low-ranking Demonic Beasts that had infiltrated. Yet according to the Mountain God, aside from regions occupied by demonic beasts, Demonic Beasts rampaged throughout every part of human territory. Many Mountain Gods, Earth Gods, and City Gods had been hunted down and devoured by them.
Compared to beasts, humans' flesh and blood were more welcomed by demons because of their innate talent.
"Hehe. Their overall strength is clearly greater than the Devil Race's, yet they've been mercilessly rubbed into the ground."
Bai Yujun could not be bothered to meddle in other people's business. She only wanted to figure out why that Sang family descendant had recognized dragon scales. After all, dragon scales did not have the Dragon Character deliberately stamped on their surface.
There were countless scaled and armored beasts in the world. How could he bite down in one breath and insist it was a true dragon?
She put away the shovel and quickly shook her head, scattering the dirt and dust from her clothes and skirt.
The monkey copied her.
The three-foot-tall Mountain God's calves cramped. He cursed himself inwardly for talking too