"Theoretically, yes." Pei Ling smiled. "But so much time has passed. Whether his heart has changed, no one knows."
"Then, if the Demon Race unites, won't the impact on the cultivation world be too great?"
"What, afraid they'll turn on humans?" It was a real concern. After all, the Demon Race had done exactly that before.
Even in his previous life, after inheriting the Demon King's throne, Wu Che had spent years working to unite the Demon Race. Before he had even succeeded, he was already plotting in secret against humans—partly to prove his strength, partly to seize more benefits for his people.
But after all the time and effort Wu Che had poured into it, Pei Ling's astonishing maneuver had left him one step short of success.
"The Heavenly Dao won't allow this world to fall out of balance, and the flow of fortune follows its own course. All living things have their rises and falls. I think Mu Tianyuan knew the Demon Race's calamity was approaching. That's why he chose to run away from home: to suppress their fortune ahead of time and win them a sliver of hope."
Qiao Ranran stared at him, speechless. "Who knows? Uncle Mu is part of this fate too. Wasn't the so-called calamity of the Demon Race just the Heavenly Source Divine Wood leaving...?"
Pei Ling's gaze flickered. He looked at Qiao Ranran and couldn't help laughing. "Who in this world isn't caught up in the game?"
Qiao Ranran sighed. Thinking about such things took too much brainpower; she would rather not. "So are we still waiting here? How much longer will Nan Xun need? It won't take so long that the rest of the Demon Race arrives, will it? Would they tear us apart first?"
Pei Ling rubbed his fingers together.