"Fellow Daoist, I fear I cannot give you an answer to that question today."
After pondering for a moment, Daochen ultimately shook his head.
"Why?"
Dijiang frowned at his words.
Given Daochen's current standing within the Demon Race, his every word and action could represent them.
Whether it was their conflict with the Witch Clan or even the Demon Race's future stance toward the entire Primordial World, a single word from Daochen could decide it all.
Yet now Daochen was keeping him guessing.
What was that supposed to mean?
Not only Dijiang, but the other Ancestral Shamans also grew solemn.
Whether we coexist or fight to the death is entirely up to you, Daochen. Is it really that difficult?
Yet confusion flickered in Houtu's and Xuanming's eyes as they looked at Daochen.
The two of them had spent a thousand years on the Sun Star.
They knew Daochen well.
Although his actions sometimes seemed to follow no rhyme or reason, he never spoke without confidence. Since he had given such an answer today, it could only mean one thing.
Even Daochen had reservations.
But what, exactly, could make Daochen wary?
Was it the Heavenly Dao?
Or Hongjun?
For a time, neither Houtu nor Xuanming could work it out.
After all, the tribulation was now rising, obscuring heaven's secrets. No one could say for certain what would happen in the future.
"Our positions differ, so naturally, our considerations differ as well."
After a long silence, Daochen frowned and spoke.
"However, I have no desire to contend for supremacy over heaven and earth, nor am I bloodthirsty. So long as your Witch Clan refrains from wantonly slaughtering my Demon Race from this day onward, I will not lightly start a war."
"What if members of the Demon Race provoke us?"
Dijiang asked