Inside the council hall, Su Xiao lit the small piece of parchment in his hand and watched it burn to ash. As for the authenticity of its contents, he estimated that there was more than a ninety percent chance they were accurate.
As for why the Beast King had given him this information, there were many possible implications. First, it showed recognition of his status as a lord, as well as sincerity regarding future cooperation. It also appropriately demonstrated the Beast Race's intelligence-gathering capabilities. Aside from these relatively friendly meanings, the rest were not so friendly.
The other party was telling Su Xiao in this manner that everything the Casters and Sea Race had done on Beast Race territory had escaped none of the eyes and ears he had sent out. This also meant that if Su Xiao broke his promise and secretly expanded the Zerg forces in Winterfell City, that too would not escape the eyes and ears of the Royal Guard.
Under normal circumstances, such a warning would make people feel resentful. The problem was that this warning contained news of the Casters and Sea Race planning to ambush and kill Su Xiao tonight. If he had not known this and rashly used the teleportation tower or demon teleportation array to return to Winterfell City, he would have been intercepted with nearly one hundred percent certainty and ultimately killed under the assault of numerous experts.
Under the light of such life-saving intelligence, the warning contained within became very easy to accept—especially since it had not even been stated openly.
Su Xiao had naturally considered what would happen if the Beast King saw through the origin of the fungal carpet. The other party was a top-level authority of a Transcendent—Native World, with an inconceivably broad range of experience. Even