"Hehe... I think you should consider it too!"
On the other side, after leaving those words behind, Old Chen directly tore open space and vanished in an instant.
"..."
You old bastard, over two hundred years old and still unable to win over a single woman—how did you have the nerve to butt in?
The Wood Clone looked even more speechless. He shook his head helplessly, then turned toward Ya'en, who had remained almost completely silent.
"Ya'en, you should go too!"
"Young Master, I... I have something I'd like to confirm with you. Is that alright?"
"Oh? Go ahead!"
The Wood Clone immediately looked interested, gazing curiously into Ya'en's pitch-black eyes.
"Young Master, aside from your guardian beast, you should have other means of contending against the Beast King, right?"
"Oh? What makes you say that?" The Wood Clone looked at Ya'en with interest, wanting to see what else he could say.
"The ability—or perhaps the summoned creature—you used when you killed Shouyi in the Eternal Night Secret Realm. That aura was even more violent than your guardian beast's!"
As Ya'en's words fell, the Wood Clone's lips curled upward, and a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes. As expected of someone who had led a cult for who knew how many years—his composure truly surpassed that of ordinary people.
Even Huangfu Long, who had personally seen the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, had failed to notice that detail. Yet Ya'en had figured it out.
"Hehe... that's right, Ya'en. You're correct. The Ten-Tails is indeed my secret weapon against the Beast King."
The Wood Clone did not hide it and simply nodded in admission.
"The Ten-Tails?"
A thoughtful look flashed through Ya'en's eyes. Once he confirmed that he had never heard of it, he stopped dwelling on it and