The woman in the colorful dress still smiled. "Don't misunderstand, Sister. This feather plume was not a treasure of our Demon Court. The Sea Race gave it to us not long ago.
"They only discovered this feather plume recently as well, and obtained related information—information concerning your clan's Ancestor Bing Chen."
At this, the silver-dressed woman's delicate brows furrowed even tighter. She had never imagined this would be connected to the Sea Race.
Several tens of thousands of years had now passed. Even though the Ice Phoenix Clan possessed long lifespans, under the limitations of this world, even a Spirit Transformation Ice Phoenix would certainly have perished by now.
Then it was highly likely that the Sea Race had discovered the remains of that Ancestor Bing Chen from her clan.
At this thought, the Killing Intent around her receded slightly. She slowly asked, "What exactly are you trying to say? Say it directly. Stop beating around the bush."
The woman in the colorful dress giggled. "With your ice-and-snow cleverness, Sister, I believe you should have guessed already.
"As long as your Ice Sea Demon Race sends troops to assist us, our Demon Court promises to obtain from the Sea Race all information concerning your Ancestor Bing Chen, including the location of his remains. What do you think, Sister?
"And don't think of going to the Sea Race to forcibly demand it. After all, the Sea Race's overall strength is not the least bit weaker than our Demon Race's."
Though the silver-dressed woman's brows remained tightly furrowed, her gaze flickered incessantly. Clearly, she was no longer refusing as decisively as before.
Soon, she let out a soft breath and slowly said, "I must return and report this matter to the ancestor. And I will take this feather plume with me."
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