I Only Care About What I Think
What Nangong Hongye said wasn't wrong!
Not because, with Nangong Hongye's life in danger, millions of the Demon Race would be willing to throw themselves into the flames and sacrifice themselves for him.
Rather, the Kirin Clan's higher-ups would issue a series of orders that would make those people sacrifice themselves.
Likewise, the Kirin Clan's higher-ups were willing to sacrifice the lives of some members of the Demon Race for Nangong Hongye.
That was why Nangong Hongye dared to come alone into the heart of the Devil Race.
He was the Kirin Clan's young master, a figure of great status. And that status mattered not only to the Demon Race.
To the Devil Race, too, killing him outright was far less worthwhile than using him to accomplish certain things.
Nangong Hongye dared to come because he understood this.
He knew that no matter how the Devil Race treated him, its people would never kill him.
As long as he stayed alive, he would have a chance to make his move—and a chance to take revenge.
Of course, when two sides made a deal, the game was all about that very process of maneuvering.
The Devil Race was indeed willing to use Nangong Hongye to accomplish certain things. But Qu Zhenhong would never admit it.
Qu Zhenhong gave a cold laugh and slammed the teacup in his hand down onto the table.
His gaze roamed over Nangong Hongye without restraint.
The once-arrogant Nangong Hongye was now like a dead dog.
After looking him over, Qu Zhenhong finally spoke. "I don't care what you think. I care about what I think."
"Nangong Hongye, young master of the Kirin Clan, gifted beyond measure—that's how the Demon Race assesses you, and it's the same information we've gathered."