The Demon Race and the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace's Deal!
"We only know how to ask for resources. What about what the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace promised us?"
"Have you done it?"
When Jingming of the Demon Race heard Song Caiying's words, he flew into a towering rage. He immediately glared furiously and demanded in a harsh voice.
Madam Qianrou said nothing. Even when Jingming berated and questioned Song Caiying, she merely watched in silence without speaking up to stop him.
She also felt that the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace was growing increasingly insatiable, completely unlike the "plan" they had agreed upon at the beginning.
So when Jingming spoke up to question him, she did not stop him either.
Seeing that Madam Qianrou had not intervened, Song Caiying, whose face resembled a pig's and whose heart was bright and clear, slowly turned his gaze toward Jingming. The ugly face still wore a lecherous smile.
"What the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace promised your Demon Race has already been done."
"On the contrary, what your Demon Race promised the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace has been postponed again and again."
"How is it that at a time like this... it is your Demon Race accusing our Nine Underworlds Demon Palace instead?"
A disagreement had arisen between the two sides.
The Demon Race believed that the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace had contributed no effort and was unwilling to continue providing resources to them.
The Nine Underworlds Demon Palace, meanwhile, believed that it had already done everything it could, and that it was the Demon Race that had repeatedly postponed providing resources.
The chain of interests binding the two sides had never been sturdy. With such a light tap, it already showed signs of shattering.
Song Caiying ignored Jingming of the Demon Race and instead