Feng Yan and the leader of the Giant Demon Race stood atop a mountain. The latter furrowed his brow and said, "It's been over a month. Our two races have supplied him with who knows how many Vengeful Spirits and how much extreme Yin energy for his cultivation. I'm starting to feel like we're his servants."
Feng Yan clasped his hands behind his back, his Daoist robe fluttering in the wind. Smiling confidently, he said, "What's the rush? The faster his cultivation improves, the better for us. Don't forget what he's supposed to do."
The leader of the Giant Demon Race nodded. "That's true. It's just that this feeling really displeases me. If he wants to make peace, fine—but why do we have to indulge him so much?"
Feng Yan chuckled. "What he's received will be repaid a hundredfold, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold. Once he and the one behind him go to the High-Level Heavenly Vault, the Ancient Ancestor will act."
The leader of the Giant Demon Race said, "Have you really never considered that this kid might be deceiving both our races? What then?"
Feng Yan shook his head with confidence. "He wouldn't dare! You should know that the real reason our two races aren't bowing to those Hegemon Grade forces isn't because of us. What they truly fear is the group of ancient races behind us!"
"Wu Yun isn't a fool, either. He knows exactly where he stands."
The Giant Demon Race came from the Eighteenth Heavenly Vault.
The Ghost Phoenix Race came from the twentieth Heavenly Vault.
Though the two races were powerful, they weren't so confident as to believe they could suppress eleven Hegemon Grade forces on their own.
That was impossible.
They knew it, and the Imperial Court, the General Academy, and the Phoenix Immortal