The foxes of the Qingqiu Clan were clever. They knew better than to court death!
Now the Six-Tailed Fox who led the Flowing Sand Alliance had told Ren everything he knew, holding nothing back!
Ren could hardly be stingy in return. He still did not know whether the fox had told the truth, but it was better to take the warning seriously!
With a wave of his hand, Ren summoned the Ziwei soldiers outside the palace. They entered and turned to the alliance leader.
Knowing his life had been spared, the alliance leader wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Still shaken, he said, "Thank you, Great Emperor!"
After the alliance leader left, Ren sank into thought.
For years, Ren had regarded the Demon Race's prince as a potential enemy and wanted him dead. But however he looked at it, killing the Golden Crow Prince would inevitably turn the Demon Race against him. One way or another, they would become enemies!
And Ren had no intention of remaining ignorant about an enemy.
He knew that to win every battle, he had to know both himself and his foe. What the alliance leader had revealed about the Demon Race had taken him by surprise!
A glint appeared in Ren's deep-set eyes. "The Demon Race has hidden far more than I thought! I believed the Wu Clan had survived the Witch-Demon War in great numbers thanks to Houtu and the Underworld. Who would have thought so many of the Demon Race survived too? Hidden clans, the demons left in Northern Jambudvipa, the demon sage Bai Ze... That's a problem!"
Ren murmured to himself, a mocking smile on his lips. Whether he was mocking Bai Ze or the Demon Race, even he could not have said.
In the blink of an eye,