He had noticed the Forbidden Demon Clan long ago, but there was no way for him to speak of it. Sometimes, only when one stood high enough could one concern oneself with matters great enough. If one was not in that position, there was no point worrying over them, because no one would pay any heed.
Thus, even though Yang Chen had worries in his heart, he could only bury them there. Now, it seemed the Forbidden Demon Clan truly harbored ill intentions, just as he had suspected. Yet what exactly the Forbidden Demon Clan was plotting remained unknown for now.
Yang Chen thought for a moment. Seeing that Saintess Jinling was still only half-informed on the matter, he asked, "Miss Ruan, I can understand that the Dao Discussion Convention is related to the Forbidden Demon Clan. But the fundamental purpose of this convention should not simply be to discuss the Forbidden Demon Clan, should it?"
"Of course not, Young Master Yang. Since you stand with our Eastern Emperor Sect, I will not hide anything from you. The situation has already become so grave that war could break out at any moment," Saintess Jinling said.
"What? It is that serious?" Yang Chen's eyes widened.
He had originally believed that both sides were merely watching one another, and that the Dao Discussion Convention was only a preparation made in advance. He had not expected matters to have reached such a point. If war could truly erupt at any time, then the implications were entirely different.
"Yes. No one expected things to progress so quickly. It truly proved that saying: those not of our kind must harbor hearts unlike ours. The Forbidden Demon Clan had exposed its fangs long ago, but our races were too soft-hearted and failed to cut the grass