After hearing Nuwa's telepathic message, Fuxi furrowed his brows in thought. After a while, he decided to do as his younger sister had said and put this condition to Bai Ze.
Upon hearing Fuxi's condition, Bai Ze's expression instantly darkened.
They could no longer call themselves members of the Demon Race? Didn't that mean they had to leave the Demon Race before they could enter into a covenant with the Human Race?
How could that possibly work?
What, could someone leave their race just because they wanted to?
Alas, for other races, such as the Witch Race, leaving naturally would not be so easy. After all, they shared the same bloodline. That karmic connection, that bond, destined them to remain bound together for their entire lives. But the Demon Race...
It had been established when Dijun and Taiyi brought the myriad races under their rule. Its members shared no common bloodline, and even the Demon-Summoning Banner had been taken away by Nuwa back then. The Demon Race still held together now partly because unity benefited all its demons. Everyone feared that, if left alone, they would face the Witch Race's reckoning.
The other reason was the pressure exerted by Demon Sages like himself. None of them dared rebel.
Now, this condition Fuxi had proposed was nothing short of dividing the Demon Race.
How could he allow that?
He had clearly sensed that this journey would benefit him. Who would have thought his perception had actually been wrong? Were his injuries truly so severe that even his innate instincts had gone awry?
"Alas!" With that thought, Bai Ze sighed, then bowed to Fuxi with his hands clasped. "Since the Xi Sovereign is unwilling to bring this about for the Demon Race, I cannot insist. Farewell."
With that, Bai Ze turned to