"But the Witch Clan is far too dangerous right now. You truly cannot go there for fun. Still, Your Highnesses need not be impatient. His Majesty will soon forge the Witch-Slaying Sword. Once we crush the Witch Clan, the whole world will be yours to explore."
As soon as Kunpeng finished speaking, the ten little Golden Crows' eyes lit up.
"Demon Master, is that really true? Does the Witch Clan really have so many fun places?"
The ten little Golden Crows were already spoiled rotten. Hearing that the Witch Clan had so many amusing, interesting things, they could no longer sit still.
They promptly threw Kunpeng's warning about danger to the back of their minds.
The little Golden Crows had only been born recently. Though they were gifted, their cultivation had yet to reach the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
In the Primordial World, where Heavenly Immortals walked everywhere and Golden Immortals were worth less than dogs, reaching the Daluo Golden Immortal realm meant barely setting foot on the threshold of the mighty.
Yet because they had always lived among the Demon Tribe, the ten little Golden Crows thought themselves incredibly powerful. No one had ever dared provoke them.
Having never experienced the Witch Clan's might, the little Golden Crows did not take them seriously at all.
This was exactly what Kunpeng had anticipated.
Seeing the ten little Golden Crows brimming with excitement, Kunpeng sneered inwardly.
You have no idea how high the heavens are or how deep the earth runs. You'll be perfect for provoking Di Jun.
But Kunpeng had yet to display the full extent of his cunning.
Upon hearing the little Golden Crows' words, he hurriedly put on a panicked expression and spoke.
"No, no, no, Your Highnesses! You must not listen to what this old minister said