The Demon Race was straightforward by nature. After inferring from Ling Lin's tribulation that they were connected to Wu De, they no longer harbored any killing intent. And after speaking with Ling Tian and learning who he was, the leading demon cultivator looked as though he had just met the son of an old friend. The joy on his face seemed genuine.
When Lian Yue told him the demons no longer harbored any killing intent, Ling Tian let out a quiet breath of relief. From the leading demon cultivator's words, Ling Tian knew the man had known his father and his master. So when asked where Wu De was, he did not hide it.
Old Man Ling and the others were testing their ability to respond to changing circumstances. The demons no longer meant Ling Tian any harm, so the danger had passed. Even if Wu De's hiding place were revealed now, it would make little difference to the test.
In the distance, Old Man Ling, concealed in the void, nudged Wu De. "Wu De, I didn't expect your old friend to show up too. He recognized Tian'er and the others, so he won't attack them again. The problem with the Demon Race is settled."
"Mm, that's right. The demons value loyalty. Back then, Old Ling and I got along well with Old Feng—we were like brothers." Wu De nodded. "Now that he knows Ling Tian is my disciple and Old Ling's son, Old Feng naturally won't attack. But the demons love a fight. The young ones Old Feng brought along won't give up so easily. They'll probably challenge an opponent like Ling Lin."
"Heh, Ling Tian thought of using your identity to intimidate the enemy. That counts as a way of dealing with them. He's passed the Demon Race