He looked at Lu Ya in excitement.
In truth, he had never imagined that the man before him was the Tenth Crown Prince. They only ever called the Demon Emperor's sons crown princes; very few knew their names or Daoist titles.
"Your arrival has been an enormous help to us. You've saved at least several thousand lives among the Demon Tribe."
"You've saved the Third Defense Line from imminent collapse."
He fell to his knees.
His emotions came straight from the heart.
Then he spoke again, a pleading note in his voice.
"Senior, I don't know whether you came to stabilize the defense line, experience the war, or pursue some other purpose."
"But whatever your reason, I beg you to stay. The front desperately needs powerful people like you."
Lu Ya fell silent.
"Can you tell me what the Demon Tribe's quasi-saints are doing?"
"Why haven't I seen a single Demon Tribe quasi-saint on this battlefield?"
The demon spoke with a hint of resentment.
"Ah, those are mighty quasi-saints. Unless an equally powerful opponent appears, they consider it beneath them to act."
"Besides, on a front like this, enough ants can bite an elephant to death."
"Even a quasi-saint could very well die on the battlefield."
"Wouldn't it be safer to stay in the rear, supposedly guarding against surprise attacks from enemy experts of the same level?"
"Actually, after fighting this war for so long, we've more or less figured it out. There are a great many invading races, and they aren't all from the same group. Their civilizations and temperaments differ enormously. Most importantly, they have very few quasi-saints."
"If our experts could set aside their so-called dignity, perhaps this war would have ended long ago."
Just then, Kong Xuan spoke calmly from beside them.
"If the quasi-saints take