"It really is you. Do you still remember me?"
Hua Xueyao spoke softly, her gaze fixed on Li Hao.
At her words, everyone beside him froze, then turned to Li Hao in shock.
This young man actually knew someone from the Ancient Demon Royal Clan.
"Was your clan behind this war?"
Li Hao ignored the startled, suspicious looks around him and asked with a grim expression.
"Does it make any difference?"
Seeing Li Hao's expression, Hua Xueyao slowly reined in the faint warmth that had stirred in her heart. They were on a battlefield now. She belonged to the Ancient Demon Clan, while the young man before her was human.
Back then, she had been willing to help Li Hao kill ancient demons because the clans in the Southern Region had yet to unite, and they had also had some friction with her own clan. Killing them had been no great matter.
But the ancient demon clans of the Eastern Region had already united. She could no longer kill her own kind for Li Hao-unless he served her with those cooking abilities of his. In that case, she would not mind turning these "allies" into divine medicine to nourish her primordial spirit.
"You're right. It makes no difference."
Li Hao knew that, upon meeting again, they could only cross blades.
"But for the sake of our past friendship, I can spare your life, provided you submit to me."
Hua Xueyao spoke softly, anticipation in her eyes. "I can make you my clan's King's Honored Guest, second only to the direct descendants of the royal clan. With me here, no one can hurt you. Even when the myriad races of your True World have all perished, you'll still be alive!"
At her words, the others' gazes toward Li Hao turned hostile,