Demon Emperor Daochen gave him a puzzled look. "Why?"
Jim gave a bitter laugh. "If those fellows sell the coordinates to the World Pirates, we'll face endless trouble from here on."
Demon Emperor Daochen raised an eyebrow. "No wonder they were so easy to talk to."
"There's something I need to ask you, too. I want a clear answer."
Jim's expression changed, and he forced a smile. "Please, go ahead."
He could already vaguely guess what the Demon Emperor had learned.
"Our world is a slave world, isn't it? Which world enslaved us? It must be the Angel Race, right?"
"Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent you here to guide us into the Gate World War."
"This war must be incredibly brutal, enough that you were even willing to let me learn about the Pureblood Human Race."
"Perhaps this Pureblood Human Race is merely a story you told me, too."
"You've been guiding me all along, yet you've concealed a great deal of crucial information."
"Who is the World Manager? Why have they never appeared?"
"When we participate in the Gate World War, are we representing ourselves or the Angel Race?"
"If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I'm afraid I won't trust any of you again."
The Demon Emperor was no fool. How could he readily trust a group of outsiders in the Heavenly Dao Realm?
He had always maintained the utmost vigilance toward them.
But he did not know their purpose, so he had never intended to expose them.
After all, their presence benefited his world.
At the very least, they could still offer his world some help.
Just like in the giant flower world earlier, the Demon Emperor had truly been injured that time. Had they not warned him in time, his invincible will might have been