It was him!
Song Caiying held up three fingers and said, "I'll give you three days to prepare." Madam Qianrou then arranged for several beautiful young maids to take them away to rest.
Only after Song Caiying left did Madam Qianrou's expression turn cold.
"Qianrou, the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace has gone too far." Jingming ground his teeth. "What they want—the Divine Dragon Blood and the qilin bones—is simply asking for the moon."
"I don't know how the senior members of the Demon Race agreed to them back then!"
"We were forced into it by the circumstances of the times." Madam Qianrou sighed softly. "Ever since the Demon Race was defeated in the Primordial Era, the human race became the overlord of heaven and earth, nearly cutting off every path for the Demon Race to rise again."
"And over the years, the human race has grown increasingly powerful, with talents as plentiful as clouds and experts as numerous as a forest."
"But what about our Demon Race? Have you ever heard of how many members of the Demon Race have become Great Mystic Art Users in all these years?"
"Any demon with even a little strength was killed by the human race. Otherwise, they were captured and made into guardian spirit beasts for their mountains, or became their mounts."
"Hmph, hmph."
Madam Qianrou laughed at herself, her eyes gleaming with a sinister killing intent. "If we continue being enslaved by the human race like this, the Demon Race will remain slaves for all eternity."
"With no other choice, the seniors of the Demon Race agreed to join forces with the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace and excavate the Inner Earth World within the Hunting Realm, so that we could make contact with our ancient progenitors."
Hearing Madam Qianrou's analysis, Jingming was