Few Men

Jiang Wang had, of course, been here in the Ancient Demon Den before, and he had played a crucial role in the battle.

But the battles he had personally taken part in had all unfolded on the level of the Divine Soul. His physical body had barely moved, and even those faint traces had been completely covered by the battle between White Bone Venerable God's host body and the Blood Puppet True Demon.

So Zhuang Gaoxian hadn't noticed his traces right away.

"White Bone Evil God? True Demon?"

Song Qingyue's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Zhuang Gaoxian's words sounded utterly unreliable. The White Bone Evil God had been driven back to the Netherworld long ago, and not even a trace of the White Bone Sect remained within Zhuang Kingdom. The White Bone Envoy who had once contacted him had gone silent, too, and had probably been killed long ago.

As for a True Demon, that was a legendary existence, something from the deepest reaches of the Border Wasteland.

Jing Mu was still alive. How could a True Demon appear in the Western Border?

He actually suspected that his father's death had something to do with Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui. The tragedy had occurred only after they had visited the Water Mansion one after another.

But he understood all too well that the Qing River Aquatic Clan no longer had the strength or the standing to seek the truth.

So he wouldn't show his suspicions.

If his father's death had taught him anything...

It was to face reality.

"I never knew this was a Demon Den," Song Qingyue said.

"That doesn't matter. And it won't be one anymore."

Zhuang Gaoxian thought for a moment, then glanced a few more times at the empty Blood-Veined Stone Coffin before turning to ask,