Lin Changqing held his freshly poured tea by the window and took a slow sip.
It was neither too hot nor too cold, just right to drink.
His gaze passed over the windowsill toward the distant Myriad Demon Race Territory.
The midday sun blazed across the blue-tiled rooftops, reflecting a dazzling sheet of white light.
From the street below came vendors' cries rising and falling, mingled with the rumble of wheels over stone paving and the laughter of children chasing one another.
The rich aroma of spirit beast bone broth simmering at a corner eatery drifted through the air, mixed with the faint bitterness of Spirit Herbs drying outside the neighboring pharmacy.
The scents tangled together, and after a while, they were strangely intoxicating.
Lin Changqing drew his gaze back and took another sip of tea.
The Blazing Lion Demon Court probably won't make any major moves soon.
There's no way they can cross the Purple Cloud Domain's defenses and launch a large-scale attack. The Human Race may have yielded all these years, but the border defenses aren't just for show.
At most, they'll send a few True Immortal Demon Venerables to sneak in and assassinate me.
At that thought, he could not help chuckling.
Send True Immortals to kill me?
Wouldn't that be delivering themselves to my door?
As long as a Profound Immortal Demon Lord doesn't show up, I'll kill however many they send.
And someone at the Profound Immortal level won't leave seclusion so easily...
Lin Changqing finished his tea and set down the empty cup.
So it's more likely they'll use this as an excuse to demand an outrageous sum in compensation from the Cangwu Holy Land.
Or seize the chance to apply pressure and stir up trouble along the border.
*Either way, the Human Race