For most people, the Great Shun Dynasty was an exceedingly unfamiliar place.
The only impression it left on everyone was that during border trials, opposing Immortal Sect disciples had exhausted all kinds of tactics to sneak over, attempting to breach the peak towers.
When a place like this fell into chaos, it seemed to have no great connection to themselves and others.
Yet all of them lost the mind to eat or drink.
Under the leadership of Lord Devour Moon, the demon host finally had a place to settle and make a living, no longer being mere rats forced to hide in deep mountains and shadows.
That crowd of commoners had also washed away the crime of being demon folk, no longer needing to endure bitter cold and hunger while curling up in piles of feces with their skin ulcerating and leaking pus.
They could walk grandly and properly in the mortal realm, marry and have children, and bustle about for firewood, rice, oil, and salt.
Not only that.
With that crowd of Immortal Scions gone, there was no longer any need to use mortal lives to fill mineral veins or cultivator flesh and blood to refine pills and forge artifacts.
Here was the Nine Prefectures and One Pass belonging solely to the human race!
Such a life had once existed only in everyone's dreams, and now it had finally become reality, yet it had not been maintained for long.
Under these circumstances, even the most bellicose were unwilling to see twists and turns arise once more.
"Let's look into it further."
Su Xin used a consultative tone, tentatively asking, "Or should we continue dispatching people to scout out Gray Civet's news?"
She was not a heartless and unrighteous person who abandoned old friends.
To be precise, the present Su