Lian Yutong: "..."
Inside the tent.
Lian Yutong had listened intently for ages, only to hear this result.
The moment she heard it, an utterly speechless expression appeared on her face.
After a long silence, Lian Yutong shifted her gaze to Master Qu and continued asking, unwilling to give up. "Master Qu, what happened after that?"
"What happened next?"
"After the battle ended back then, why didn't the Demon Race punish the traitors severely?"
Faced with Lian Yutong's barrage of questions, Master Qu continued smiling warmly. Yet his gaze at her was somewhat complicated.
It wasn't that he blamed Lian Yutong for being nosy.
Rather, Master Qu felt that although Lian Yutong was a genius of the Devil Race and exceptionally talented in cultivation, she was sorely lacking in certain other areas.
If someone shrewd had heard this much, they wouldn't have asked what happened next.
That was because they would have been able to guess what happened to the Demon Race afterward.
Still, although Qu Zhenhong inwardly lamented Lian Yutong's immaturity in certain respects, he didn't conceal anything from her when she pressed him. Instead, he continued telling the story at an unhurried pace.
Narrowing his eyes, Qu Zhenhong curled his lips in a sneer of disdain and continued, "Yu Tong, you should know that the people who plotted against the Golden Crow Great Emperor must have had considerable status, methods, and strength, right?"
After Qu Zhenhong said this, Lian Yutong nodded firmly and replied, "I know, Master Qu. Weaklings are ants; they don't have the qualifications to plot against a Demon Race Great Emperor."
"Even if those people harbored evil intentions toward a Demon Race Great Emperor, they could spend their entire lives and use every ounce of their strength without being able to harm a single hair