It Wasn't Me (Revised)

Li Jing had no idea that the words he said afterward had turned the two Great Pengs into birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. The key was, they were not even the real culprits.

The real culprit, on the contrary, was perfectly calm.

Inside Jiao Demon Hall.

Watching the wild wind sweep away in a rush, Demon King Jiao and Shi Tuo King exchanged a glance, then both remained seated calmly without any reaction.

"Brother Peng seems to have been wronged."

Demon King Jiao said thoughtfully, "But it seems he does not trust us much either. How could he do this? Could we possibly sell him out?"

He set the wine cup down heavily on the table.

Shi Tuo King glanced at him, feeling somewhat contemptuous in his heart.

To be honest, even he was tempted by a divine position like Great Emperor Gouchen, let alone Demon King Jiao, this ambitious fellow who often went to war with the North Sea Dragon Palace over territory.

The three of them were all famous great demons of the Northern Kuru Continent, each with their own territory and forces. However, the Demon Realm was chaotic and upheld the belief that the strong were revered, with no order to speak of at all, so connections became extremely important.

They had always had dealings with one another, often inviting each other over as guests to maintain ties, so that if one side met with trouble, the others could provide support.

But if one were to speak of true friendship—honestly, there really was not much. Before a temptation like Great Emperor Gouchen, it seemed even more insignificant, pale, and powerless.

So, Peng Demon King leaving was the right choice.

If it were him encountering something like this, he would definitely have done the