Speculation

"Mm—this roast chicken is exquisite. This old man has been cultivating bitterly in the mountains, and this is the one bite I've been craving—"

Inside the merchant guild, Dark Candle ate until his mouth glistened with grease, crying out in delight.

A smile played at Xu Hei's lips as he poured wine at his side. "It is rare for old friends to reunite. Fellow Daoist, you must stay a few more days. This old man will have all the fine cooks from nearby brought here, with plump chickens prepared differently every day—"

Dark Candle's eyes lit up, only for him to shake his head. "This old man still has important business—"

He wiped his glossy, grease-slick beard. "I came to find you this time to discuss a great matter together—do you know under whose command this old man now serves?"

"Could it be—"

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An astonished expression appeared on Xu Hei's face.

"Correct. It is none other than the Great Wind Tribe's Vermilion Parrot Demon King! It is now a late Purple Mansion great demon, favored by Her Ladyship as well. Perhaps in the future it may attain Gold and prove the Dao, becoming another Great Saint of our Demon Race."

Dark Candle said, "With Great Realman Hou Xuan having fallen in Mysterious Void Heaven, Demon Cloud Cliff is truly hollowed out—our Great Wind Tribe intends to head south and make a killing. This is an opportunity that comes once in a thousand years—not only does Great Yellow Heaven restrain them for us, but if your White Bone Path also makes a move, then heaven and earth will truly be turned upside down—"

That Stove Lord of Great Yellow Heaven had originally received the Demon Race's aid when he revived.

Now that the two sides had joined hands again, Fang