Yang Huai thought for a moment, then asked.
"Does Your Majesty the Emperor Yan know how many Demon Sages escaped when the Celestial Court fell?"
The Ten Great Demon Sages had all been pillars of the ancient Celestial Court. Every one of them had been born from a top-tier great spirit and bore immensely powerful Celestial Court divine offices. If they were hiding among them, whether it was the Human Emperor Palace or the Celestial Court, both would face enormous trouble.
The Emperor Yan recalled slightly before speaking after a moment.
"I only remember that after the All-Heaven Star Array shattered, some Demon Sages died in battle, while several others fled with grave injuries. At the time, most immortals and gods had their attention on the Celestial Court, or on the Solar and Lunar Stars, giving them the chance to escape...!"
He shook his head inwardly.
Yang Huai was at a loss for words. Although the Emperor Yan had been vague, he could figure it out even with his backside: the gods had probably been more focused on the treasures the Celestial Court had accumulated over millions of years.
On one side were heavily wounded Demon Sages, requiring a life-and-death struggle.
On the other were countless Celestial Court treasures.
Most gods would likely choose the latter.
"It seems Your Majesty the Emperor Yan must remain more cautious in the future. This Daoist believes that since the Heavenly Demon Palace's scheme has failed this time, they certainly will not let the matter rest!"
Yang Huai offered a quiet reminder.
If there was anyone in heaven and earth who least wished for something to happen to the Emperor Yan Tribe, it was probably him alone.
Emperor Yan Shennong nodded slightly.
Yang Huai did not press further. After three rounds of wine, Shennong