Song Wen's eyes brightened slightly at what he heard.
The theft of an opportunity to break through was no small grudge!
Still, finding a way to exploit that hatred and reap the fisherman's rewards was a troublesome matter.
After all, the Silver Willow King and the Crimson-Scaled King were not the Willow Snake Clan's only demon kings. Besides those two snakes, there were more than a dozen eighth-tier greater demons, and above all those demon kings stood a ninth-tier venerable.
Unable to think of a way to break the impasse, Song Wen could only set the matter aside.
After chatting with Qing Lian for a while longer, the sky gradually brightened, and Song Wen took her along to continue building the wooden boat.
Time flowed by, and several days passed in the blink of an eye.
The wooden boat had been completed and launched.
Song Wen still went to the Human Race Pavilion punctually every day after noon, but he never saw the Silver Willow King again. He did not even see Xuanchengzi, though he did become acquainted with two other human cultivators.
Both had ascended as well, but neither came from the Heavenly Origin Realm, where Song Wen had lived before his ascension.
The Crimson-Scaled King, on the other hand, seemed to have figured something out. He came every night without fail and no longer spouted nonsense about "not coming tomorrow."
One evening, Song Wen had just returned from the Human Race Pavilion when he saw Qing Lian waiting outside his cave abode.
"Miss Qing Lian, why are you waiting here?" Song Wen asked.
"Extreme Yin, something major happened in the clan. You're sure to be interested." Qing Lian raised her brows slightly, her smile carrying a hint of mischief.
"Oh? What happened?" Song Wen's interest was piqued.
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