Setting aside the conflict between races and speaking purely from a personal standpoint, Ye Zhen still held considerable admiration for Great Prophet Jiu Yan of the Devil Race.
All that had happened before had its own fated causes and circumstances.
But now, faced with the calamity of his race's annihilation and with only three days left to live, Great Prophet Jiu Yan was walking steadily toward death at every moment. In some sense, he had achieved a state of remaining unruffled by favor or disgrace, neither servile nor overbearing.
Earlier, above Myriad Saints City, in order to beg for a sliver of survival for the entire Devil Race, Great Prophet Jiu Yan had not hesitated to kneel before Ye Zhen in person and plead for their lives, humbling himself to the utmost.
Yet at this very moment, because of Ye Zhen's question, Great Prophet Jiu Xi invited Ye Zhen to the quiet room at the summit of Demon God Palace, a room reserved solely for the Great Prophet.
Inviting Ye Zhen inside, seating him, brewing tea—Great Prophet Jiu Xi did it all without a trace of worldly fuss.
In a sense, the Devil Race's lineage of prophets had studied Great Zhou's traditional culture far more deeply than Great Zhou's nobles.
"Please ask what you wish, Dao Ancestor Ye. I will speak of all I know and hold nothing back," Great Prophet Jiu Xi said with his hands lowered at his sides.
Ye Zhen nodded.
The matter concerned the hidden truth behind Master Lu Li's death all those years ago. Ye Zhen did not wish to question him in public, which was why he had entered Demon God Palace.
One or two years ago, if Ye Zhen had wanted to enter Demon God Palace alone, it would have been no different