Had the boundless Dao resonance from my sermon just now failed to affect you all and calm you down even a little?
Hong Yun could only smile wryly.
"Besides, with Empress Pingxin here, what are you afraid of?"
He glanced at Pingxin, who smiled gently.
Xi Zi said, puzzled, "Afraid?"
"We're not afraid!"
Then he added, looking eager to try, "We've been waiting for this for ages!"
"If you hadn't made those arrangements earlier, Little Brother Hong Yun, we would've fought Di Jun properly!"
"Otherwise, the Demon Clan will think we're afraid of them..."
He finished speaking and looked at Hong Yun expectantly.
It seemed that if Hong Yun said the word, the Ancestral Shamans would spring into action at once and have a satisfying fight with the Demon Clan!
Hong Yun turned to look at the other Ancestral Shamans.
Zhu Jiuyin was the only one whose eyes showed worry and hesitation. Everyone else looked eager and excited.
Hong Yun was taken aback, thoughts churning in his mind.
He had spent all this time thinking about how to get through the Witch-Demon War.
That was why he had pushed so hard for the Witch and Demon Clans to maintain an understanding, minimizing friction as much as possible and doing everything he could to avoid a fight to the death.
But now it seemed he had overlooked the Witch Clan's true nature.
Was the Witch Clan afraid of fighting?
Were the Ancestral Shamans afraid to die?
The Ancestral Shamans had followed Hong Yun's arrangements and held themselves back for so long. It seemed they trusted him deeply!
Perhaps they hadn't come to ask Hong Yun what they should do.
They'd come hoping to hear him give them the go-ahead.
Then they could return and prepare their troops in peace, ready to