"So direct?"
Daochen rejected her without a second thought, leaving Yingzhao stunned.
She had thought that since they were all members of the Demon Race, and she had openly stated her position, Daochen ought to at least consider it.
Yet Daochen had refused outright.
It caught her completely off guard.
She had no idea what to say next.
"Plop!"
Qinyuan froze as well, and the half-eaten spirit fruit fell straight to the ground.
"Fellow Daoist, Yingzhao was discourteous. Please forgive her. You could give her proposal some thought; there is no need to answer right away."
Bai Ze shot Yingzhao a glare and hurriedly spoke with an apologetic smile.
Lady, if you don't know how to talk, could you just keep quiet?
How am I supposed to keep this conversation going now?
Are we really going to leave just like this?
"There's no need. Fuxi already invited me before you did. Now that you're here, my answer remains the same." Daochen waved a hand and continued, "I have no intention of getting involved in your Demon Race's affairs."
Seeing the serious look on Daochen's face, with no sign that he was joking, Bai Ze grew anxious.
"Fellow Daoist, are you aware that although our Demon Race has vast numbers, we are a heap of loose sand? We don't even have a proper set of rules."
"Moreover, every one of the Witch Clan's Twelve Ancestral Shamans is savage and overbearing. Only Ancestral Shaman Houtu is kindhearted and treats our Demon Race reasonably well, but she cannot change the overall situation. If this continues, I fear our Demon Race..."
"I hope you will give us your..."
Bai Ze pressed on.
"There is no need to bring this up again. Whatever predicament your Demon Race faces, however powerful the Witch Clan is, none