"How dare they!" An angry growl rumbled in Wangcai's throat, rage igniting in his golden pupils.
Although he had never met his own clansmen, the innate bond in his bloodline made it impossible for him to tolerate his kin suffering such humiliation.
"In the face of enormous profit, there's nothing people won't dare do." Chen Changqing patted his back.
"The bloodline of the Heavenly Demon clan is a great tonic to many royal bloodlines of the Demon Race. It can be used to purify their own bloodlines, and even help them break through bottlenecks."
"No matter."
Chen Changqing's tone remained calm.
"Since we've come, we may as well see what's going on."
"We'll attend the assembly three days from now."
"If your clansman really is there, I'll take him away. If anyone tries to stop us, I'll sweep them all flat along with it."
He said it lightly, as if he were speaking of some trivial little matter.
Yet the tyranny and confidence revealed in those words made Liu Ruyan's heart sway, and instantly calmed Wangcai beneath his feet.
That was right. With Master here, what was there to fear?
Whatever City Lord Mansion, whatever Demon Emperor Palace—in front of Master, they were nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs.
"Good!" Wangcai nodded heavily, his fighting spirit restored.
"Let's find a place to stay first."
As Chen Changqing spoke, his divine sense spread out, and he quickly locked onto the largest inn in the city.
Myriad Demon Tower.
This inn stood a hundred zhang tall, built entirely from some unknown black wood. Its carved beams and painted rafters were grand and imposing, making it especially striking amid the rough, rugged buildings around it.
For it to occupy such a large space on this main road where every inch of land