Above the waters at the heart of Beihai stood its eight Dragon Kings, along with numerous shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
At the very front, Xiao Qing looked up toward the horizon.
She was waiting for the scholars from the Confucian Academy to arrive.
"Sister Xiao Qing, do we really have to sign a pact with the Confucian Academy?" Qin Qiaoqiao stepped forward and asked Xiao Qing.
"This is His Majesty's decision," Xiao Qing replied slowly.
"Sister Xiao Qing, I don't think the human race can be trusted." Zhen Yun stepped forward, killing intent in his eyes. "Our feud with the human race runs too deep. How could they possibly believe we're truly neutral? And how can we be sure they won't stab us in the back?"
He Xiao nodded. "Sister Xiao Qing, I feel the same way."
Listening to them, Xiao Qing's expression grew somewhat grave.
In truth, they weren't the only ones who felt that way. Xiao Qing felt the same.
Even her naive older sister didn't believe the human race could be trusted.
But why had her sister still chosen to sign a pact with them?
One reason was Xiao Mo. Her sister still held on to the last shred of goodwill she felt toward the human race.
And the days she had spent in Shiqiao Village all those years ago had always been her sister's most precious memories.
So compared with ordinary members of the Demon Race, her sister felt closer to the human race.
The other reason was that her sister wanted to do everything she could to preserve Beihai.
Because no matter which side they chose, Beihai would have to fight the other. For Beihai, choosing a side would bring endless losses.
Rather than that, it was better to help neither side.
Besides, Beihai