Hsi Wu was dead. Shendu would have been lying if he said he felt nothing. After all, they were brothers.
Over the endless years, batch after batch of people had died. Only they had lived on forever, and there was still some affection between them.
Xiao Feng, in particular, held this brotherly bond in high regard.
"Shendu, Hsi Wu died in the Star Dou Great Forest. You're in Spirit Hall—do you know what's in there?" he asked calmly, though there was another motive behind his words.
Shendu gave him a surprised look. His eyes glowed crimson as he rasped, "The Star Dou Great Forest... speaking of which, it has something to do with a contingency I left behind long ago."
"You? Shendu, you actually had a contingency in place?"
Xiao Feng looked somewhat surprised, but then he thought that this was Shendu. It was perfectly normal for him to play little tricks, so he was no longer startled.
"That was at the end of the ancient era. The eight Immortal Gods led a group of ants in an attempt to rebel against the rule of us Demons. Though I didn't think the Demons would lose, I still made several preparations."
"Among them, I used chi magic to create a little dragon and had him join the camp of the eight gods, in case anything unexpected happened in the future."
Hearing Shendu explain the situation, Xiao Feng racked his brain and thought back carefully. It seemed there really had been such a being.
He frowned slightly, then turned and asked in confusion, "On the eve of the final battle, I also saw a little dragon. On a whim, I gave him a wisp of the Black Qi of Wind. Was that little dragon related to the one you mentioned?"
"That was