Fang Yun sighed and said, "Of course the Ancient Demons would claim they were not like that. Naturally, they would show outsiders their good side. The struggles within the Ancient Demon Clan are no different from the Water Race's internal strife."
"You're talking nonsense! The chieftain of our Gray Flood Dragon Tribe said the Ancient Demons are good in every way, and many of the Dragon Race say the Ancient Demons are formidable too. The Ancient Demons are better than the Dragon Race. Many Water Race Saints also say the Dragon Race is bad and the Ancient Demons are good. Are you saying the Water Race higher-ups are all lying to us? What good would it do them to praise the Ancient Demons so much? I don't believe it," said the flood dragon maiden.
Fang Yun froze, utterly speechless.
Only then did Fang Yun understand the root of the matter.
The flood dragon maiden had lived during the Dragon Race's final years. By then, the powerful Dragon Race Saints had either vanished or died in battle. After declining for centuries, they had long lost the glory of their prime.
In contrast, the Ancient Demons had risen like a comet in those days, flames boiling oil, at the very height of their prosperity.
At the time, most of the Water Race higher-ups had been beaten into fear and bullied into fear, like boneless fish without a spine.
The pessimism of the upper ranks naturally affected the middle ranks, then spread among the lower ranks.
When that negative influence permeated the entire Water Race, the Water Race's great momentum was gone. Even if there had been hope of rising again, it was overturned by everyone's inner fear and their envy of the Ancient Demons.
During the Dragon Race's final years, many Water