"What should we do next, Clan Head?" asked the demon kneeling on the ground.
Chu Batian paced back and forth before his chair, wavering, unable to make up his mind.
"I hear a monstrous prodigy has emerged in the Great Cang Realm. Despite his tender age, he possesses overwhelming abilities and has even united the Three Thousand Great Cang Worlds, becoming their World Ruler."
"If we venture there rashly, I fear we may bring a serious blow upon our Red Feather Clan."
A clan elder stepped forward and cupped his hands, voicing his opinion.
"The Demon Domain and the human race have always kept to their own wells without muddying each other's waters. If we act over Chu Ye... I fear we may shatter the balance we spent ten thousand years painstakingly establishing."
"Indeed, Clan Head. Offending the entire human race for a discarded son simply isn't worth it, however you look at it."
"Please reconsider, Clan Head!"
The demons did everything they could to persuade Chu Batian.
Seeing their unusually unanimous stance,
Chu Batian waved his hand and dismissed everyone, leaving himself alone to think things through.
Although Chu Batian had always looked down on Chu Ye, his useless son who could not even awaken his bloodline,
he was still his own flesh and blood. Now that an outsider had killed him, Chu Batian could hardly contain his anger.
Most importantly, he could not afford to lose face.
Yet the Great Cang World already had a troublesome old bastard like Lin Yuan, and now a Great Cang World Ruler who commanded three thousand worlds had appeared as well.
Even with a million Demonfolk in the Red Feather Lineage, war would inevitably leave both sides battered and bleeding.
If the other demon clans then took advantage of their weakness, it