Inside the City Lord's Manor.
Hu Yi's body trembled with excitement.
Though he now practically held sway over the entire Foxfolk Race.
And after defecting to the True Martial Sect, he had obtained no small amount of resources.
Those resources were still not enough to support his advancement into the Dao Lord realm.
Yet at Jiang Shu's side, he saw a glimmer of possibility.
After all, while their Half-Demon race was unwelcome among both the Human Race and Demon Race, and their cultivation was limited by their bloodlines.
They possessed one innate advantage over many Human Race cultivators.
That was their long Lifespan.
As long as the great war ended, as long as he continued following Jiang Shu, perhaps one day, he too could become a Dao Lord.
Hu Yi drew a deep breath, fell to his knees, and kowtowed again and again as though willing to spill his guts and scatter his brains upon the ground.
"This mask can alter your appearance. Ordinary cultivators or demons of the same realm will be unable to detect your true face. It will help you gather intelligence outside."
"Of course, more importantly, it contains one of my Divine Abilities. When necessary, it can create a safe space for you and shield you from all perception. So long as a Demon Venerable does not act, even an ordinary Demon Monarch will be unable to harm you."
"However, that safe space can only last for a quarter of an hour, so you must still be careful in all things."
Jiang Shu naturally held some appreciation for Hu Yi, the first foxman to pledge himself to him.
In the future, when he traveled between the Two Worlds, he might not spend much time in the Vast Desolate Domain.
He truly needed someone to serve as