Cang Lang naturally did not regard Sikong Jing and the others as worth his notice at all.
In Cang Lang's eyes, the strongest of these demonfolk were merely at the peak of the Saint Martial Realm, while the weakest were only Emperor Martial Sovereigns—existences he could obliterate with a single finger. Thus, from beginning to end, he had been too lazy to speak to them.
Yet seeing how imposing Sikong Jing and the other demonfolk appeared, he wanted to know what exactly was going on before him.
Chai Jiu trembled all over again upon hearing this, not daring to answer for the moment.
If Patriarch Cang Lang learned that he had lost the position of Chief Gate Master and been reduced to a homeless cur, would he be killed?
But at that moment, Chai Ren suddenly said swiftly, "Reporting to Patriarch, this is what happened."
His elder brother did not dare to speak, but he did.
Chai Ren suddenly began looking forward to it. If Patriarch Cang Lang killed his elder brother and left only him behind, wouldn't that be thrilling? His elder brother had just cursed at him, and now, once he learned how useless his brother truly was, perhaps he would fly into a rage and kill him.
Then his great opportunity would arrive.
Though he was considered useless in the patriarch's eyes, his elder brother, the Chief Gate Master, was no less useless.
And so...
Chai Ren rapidly recounted what had happened on Gods and Devils Island. He spoke of how the Cosmic Vein had obtained its inheritance, how the little demonfolk Black Scale had also received a small part of the Demon Vein's inheritance, and how they had used the rules of Gods and Devils Island to expel them.
Between the lines, he laid bare the