"When did I ever need a reason to kill a demon in the lair?"
The petite woman saw right through the plump young woman's thoughts. Unbothered, she said, "Besides, the old spider died in that ambush, while the lion only suffered serious injuries. That alone is highly suspicious!"
"Of course, those are just reasons and excuses. The most important thing is that I really don't like its temperament, so it has to die!"
"But..."
Hearing the petite woman's arrogant words, Lady White Bone instinctively wanted to argue, but in the end, she said nothing.
After all, the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest—was on full display in the Ten Thousand Demon Lair.
The White Crane Ancestor was stronger than the lion, so she could decide the lion's fate as she pleased.
Likewise, if the lion were stronger than the White Crane before them, it could just as easily decide her fate.
It was only because the White Crane had cultivated for tens of thousands of years longer that Lady White Bone felt, deep down, that she was picking on someone weaker. It left a bad taste in her mouth.
"Are you not afraid that such wanton behavior will scatter the hearts of those in the lair and incur that person's displeasure?"
In the end, an eye in the sky asked with a smile after hearing the two women's whispered conversation.
A Demon Ancestor capable of discerning truth from falsehood was already vaguely shunned by the other Demon Ancestors.
After all, who in this vast Ten Thousand Demon Lair didn't have a few private schemes?
On top of that, her undisguised contempt for a fellow Demon Ancestor naturally made the others present wary and displeased.
If she could treat that lion this way today, there was no telling when she