'What the Heavenly Court fears is that the Demon Race still retains considerable strength. Your Highness must never join hands with Western Spirit Mountain.'
Within the vast, empty hall, atop the High Platform Throne.
Daoist Lu Ya, transformed into the guise of an old Daoist, propped his forehead with one hand. Bai Ze's warning from that day echoed in his heart, inexplicably stirring his irritation.
Beside the high platform, more than ten old demons sat quietly. Most of them bore looks of shocked excitement, solely because they had heard the eloquent speech of the ragged old Daoist below the platform...
"...Crown Prince, all that is needed now is to send a small force to pressure the Wu Tribe of the Northern Continent. That alone will throw the Heavenly Court into disarray.
"The Heavenly Court is currently seeking to absorb the Netherworld, and it certainly will not turn a blind eye to the Wu Tribe in the Northern Continent. When the main army arrives from behind and closes the encirclement, we can naturally strike the Heavenly Court hard.
"This poor Daoist also knows that Crown Prince does not wish to wage all-out war against the Heavenly Court. You are merely waiting for such an opportunity to make the Heavenly Court recognize the difficulty of the situation and negotiate with you. This poor Daoist did not come today to urge Crown Prince into declaring war on the Heavenly Court completely.
"The Heavenly Court has the Heavenly Dao at its back and is destined to flourish. Previously, fools in our West tried to suppress the Heavenly Court's rise. That was a grave mistake, and it caused the Heavenly Court to harbor considerable grievances against our West. This was by no means the intention of the two teachers.
"Everyone in the Primordial Wilderness knows