Bai Ming returned, satisfied.
The Human Race's Great Luo cultivators, however, gathered together to discuss what they should do next.
Clearly.
The Human Race could not entrust its future to a pack of demons.
Even if, for various reasons, those demons currently feared the Human Race and did not want to go to war with it.
Pinning their hopes on others was an exceedingly foolish thing to do.
The Human Race would never trust anyone else.
Whatever the reasons might be at present.
The Loose Cultivator Alliance treated the Human Race with every courtesy.
But that could not change the fact that the Demon Race drooled over the Human Race.
One could even say.
That fact alone had already doomed the Human Race and the Demon Race to struggle to coexist peacefully.
Perhaps some members of the Demon Race were innocent.
But the vast majority would never care about the Human Race's existence.
Given the chance.
They certainly would not mind enjoying a sumptuous meal of humans.
Of course.
To the Human Race.
The Demon Race was likewise a potent source of nourishment.
After all, the Demon Race's flesh and blood brimmed with energy.
Eating it brought humans a wealth of benefits.
It could greatly accelerate their progress in body tempering.
Of course.
Ordinary people could not enjoy such benefits.
After all, hunting members of the Demon Race was extremely difficult.
Thus far.
The reason the Human Race and the Demon Race could still coexist peacefully.
Was that the Human Race had not hunted many members of the Demon Race.
By "had not hunted many," they meant.
They had killed some, just not many.
Moreover, those they killed were all minor demons with no connections or backing.
After all, the Human Race had to survive too.
Aside from cultivation resources.