This "person" ran at incredible speed. Rain poured over it, soaking its clothes through, but it paid no heed, running as its nose twitched. Only when it reached the spot where the Fox Tribe had once stood did it stop, sniffing east and west.
"The Fox Tribe has fled. Their scent vanished here. Where did they go?"
"Could they have gone to the Dragon Palace?"
"Green Hill serves the Dragon Palace. Now that these foxes have fled to the Dragon Palace, it is hardly strange."
Ever since the Young Dragon Lord had emerged, many monsters had occasionally come to Coiling Dragon Lake, either seeking a chance to enter the Water Palace or investigating the situation. It was only natural that the foxes, having learned the news, would seek refuge there.
"What a pity. I heard the foxes brought quite a few treasures. I had wanted to mooch off them, but now it's too late."
"Hm? This spiritual energy..."
Its nose twitched. The dense spiritual energy in the air startled this monster that had come to inspect the situation.
"Such dense spiritual energy—could it have come from the Dragon Palace?"
"Could the one reviving the Demon Race be the Dragon Palace?"
That possibility truly lay beyond its expectations.
No—not just beyond its expectations. Many of the Demon Race would likely be shocked. Before this, they had not held much confidence in the Dragon Palace. Some Great Demons led by Zhou Xuan had either begun carving out their own paths toward becoming Demon Kings or planned to seize the Dragon Palace Inheritance. No one believed that a mere Young Dragon Lord, not yet fully grown, could lead the Demon Race back to prosperity.
But this dense spiritual energy was no fraud. To produce such rich spiritual energy and repeatedly trigger celestial phenomena—if