Seeing Tang Muyan suddenly appear before him, Song Qingming's expression paused slightly.
He had originally thought that Mad Lion Demon Emperor and the others in the north would no longer dare to head south so easily. Yet not long after he had spoken those words, this Sound Transmission Talisman had slapped him in the face.
As Song Qingming cast a spell and took the letter in hand, a rare look of displeasure appeared on his face.
After waving Tang Muyan away, Song Qingming turned and handed the letter to Bai Yuxian beside him.
"I thought Senior Sister Bai had been overly worried this time. I didn't expect them to really be coming this way. It seems these fellows still haven't given up. They will not rest until they reclaim Crimson Cloud Mountain."
"Junior Brother defeated Demon Emperor Tiebi badly last time, yet they still dare to come this way. This time, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as before.
"I heard that Boyaun Mountain has sent quite a few Demon Race members to investigate over the years. They will likely be involved this time as well. Junior Brother Song, you must be more careful.
"I'll immediately send word to Ziyan and have her dispatch more people. No matter what, Crimson Cloud Mountain absolutely cannot be lost."
"Rest assured, Senior Sister Bai. With me here, they likely do not have the ability to take Crimson Cloud Mountain. Even if Cloud-Parting Demon Emperor truly comes, I can handle her."
If Song Qingming had still harbored some apprehension toward the Demon Race in the north more than a decade ago, now that his cultivation had broken through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage, that last thread of worry had long been cast aside.
Meanwhile, Bai Yuxian, seated beside him, had weaker divine