When the fox maiden left the Du Xian Sect, her beautiful eyes still held a trace of bewilderment.
Li Changshou watched her receding figure, weighing the full range of consequences this matter might bring and considering what else he could do.
Karma was the sort of thing that, if not severed when it should be, would inevitably bring chaos. When it came calling in the future, his little life would be finished.
Mm, by now, his karma with this fox maiden should have been severed. Though his methods had been a little excessive, it was still better than letting this matter continue to develop.
The Qingqiu Clan...
Li Changshou had, in fact, read records of this clan in ancient books. They had already gained a modest reputation in ancient times.
They were a branch of the Demon Race with a rather romantic spirit. They did not fight spells or contend for spoils; they only wished to compose romantic, moving tales of love.
As the saying went:
How many great powers filled the Primordial Wilderness? Only the romantics left their names behind.
The Qingqiu Clan should have nothing to do with the Three Demons of Xuanyuan Tomb. There are so many fox demons in the world—it can't be that easy to run into them, can it?
Li Changshou pondered for a moment, turning over a question he had long been considering.
Xuanyuan Tomb was the mausoleum later generations had built with Emperor Xuanyuan's robes and crown after he returned to Huoyun Cave. During the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, it had once been occupied by the Demon Race.
According to the Investiture of the Gods story Li Changshou knew, when the Great Cataclysm of the Investiture of the Gods began, Empress Nuwa felt that King Di Xin of Shang had offended