"So?" Su Ziji sneered.
As Su Ziji revealed himself, the two foxes that had been wrapped in the mist with him also appeared.
Their obedient manner toward Su Ziji mildly surprised Zhou Xuan.
After all, Green Hill Foxes were no ordinary foxes. Proud by nature, most would rather die than live ignobly. They were the aristocrats of the Demon Race. Back when the Demon Race had flourished, they had served the previous Dragon Lord as ministers. The Green Hill Master had not only been the Dragon Lord's minister, but had also been granted a noble title by imperial decree from the Great Wei court. Green Hill Foxes and ordinary wild foxes could scarcely be called the same kind.
To subdue two foxes from Green Hill, the Duke of Dai was truly extraordinary!
This man's fate will surely greatly benefit me.
Still unaware that the man before him had already been made a prince, Zhou Xuan gazed at him and suddenly felt a thread of regret rise from nowhere. Had he known this man could cultivate the Dao, he should have risked everything back in the city and struck first. Then he would not have been found in this predicament, attacked from both front and rear.
"Eh? Why am I thinking this?"
The Duke of Dai could strike first, which meant he had known of him long ago. Even if he had attacked the moment he entered the city, it would have made little difference. Why had such a thought suddenly occurred to him?
Zhou Xuan's heart tightened. Something was wrong.
Su Ziji did not know what he was thinking. He slowly paced forward until he stood not far from Zhou Xuan, then said lightly, "Even if there is a yellow sparrow, it was you, the mantis, who first wished me