Didn't Want to Startle the Grass, but If They Rushed to Their Death, There Was Nothing to Be Done, Sigh

Council Member's Office.

Sima Pomo hurriedly took out a jade talisman.

He had not expected to run into this so quickly.

Betting on both sides—no matter which side won, he would benefit.

The jade talisman shattered.

The next instant, a radiance descended, completely sealing this place off from the outside world.

A phantom flickered into view, revealing its form.

This person had horns on his head, an evil, exotic face, and very fair skin. If he were not from the Demon Race, this appearance would make many people fall for him.

But since he was from the Demon Race, even more people fell for him.

Sima Pomo was one of them.

Of course, this love was not that kind of love.

"Greetings, Envoy!"

Sima Pomo knelt on the ground and spoke respectfully.

"Speak."

This Demon Race member was blunt.

"Someone suspected of being from beyond the domain came to this lowly one, asking about certain geniuses whose cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. I fear..."

"Wait."

At those words, the phantom briefly vanished.

About ten minutes later.

The phantom appeared again.

"Don't concern yourself with them. Let them make trouble. Whoever dies, dies. It doesn't matter."

"You may satisfy their demands."

At those words—

Sima Pomo froze where he stood.

What did that mean?

Satisfy their demands?

The Demon Race did not care about them?

They did not even care if people died?

There was such a good thing?

Though he could not have double happiness at once, being able to kill Zhao Ruiming and get rid of Song Shanhe was not bad either.

He even began to wonder whether he had misjudged them. Could those few truly be members of the Demon Race?

"Farewell, Envoy."

After the envoy spoke, he dissipated. Sima Pomo remained utterly respectful.

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