Jiang Yuechu looked at the phantom Demon Palace, finally beginning to hesitate.
She had forgotten about that.
Back when she faced Xuan Yang's two old dogs, she had forcibly seized the Central Palace Foundation.
If she could truly hold his Demon Palace Foundation in her grasp, his life and death would rest on a single thought of hers. It might not be unusable...
Xuan Yuanming knew what she was thinking, so he simply laid everything out.
"The immortal maiden is worried that I may turn on you. That is only right. If I were in your place, I would not lightly trust an enemy either."
"But the Demon Palace Foundation is different. So long as the immortal maiden leaves a trace of her aura within it, the Demon Palace will warn you before I can make the slightest move."
"If I forcibly make a move, the immortal maiden need only shift a thought to make me wish I were dead."
Jiang Yuechu said blandly, "You truly know how to consider things from my perspective."
Xuan Yuanming lowered his voice. "I merely wish to live."
That, at least, was honest.
Jiang Yuechu held her spear, her brows faintly furrowed.
She was indeed somewhat tempted.
At present, her greatest trouble was not actually the gap in strength.
So long as she had enough demons to kill and enough resources piled up, she might not be unable to take several more steps forward in a short time.
Even the Minor Heavenly General, half-step Painting Realm Xuan Yuanming had mentioned was not without a solution.
But she knew far too little about the demons of Cloud-Dream Palace. How many demons had entered, exactly?
What foundations did the four palaces each possess, and where had they scattered to now?
She knew none of it.
Her