"Wh... why is this?"
"Di Jun and Tai Yi and the others actually ignored whether the ten Golden Crows lived or died?"
"Could all our earlier worries have been needless?"
"Hiss... could Fellow Daoist Changqing have foreseen this, and that was why he said we had no need to emerge?"
"But... how is that possible? Di Jun and Tai Yi treasured the ten Golden Crows immensely."
Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhurong, and the others exchanged looks, their faces filled with bewilderment.
There was no need to say more.
The sheer excitement Di Jun and Tai Yi had shown when the ten Golden Crows were born, even holding a grand celebration in the Demon Court, had made that clear enough.
Precisely because of this, seeing Zhong Lang perish, body and Dao alike, without the slightest response from the Demon Court left Dijiang and the others utterly baffled.
As he listened to their discussion.
Gu Changqing leisurely drank beside them, muttering to himself in a peculiar tone:
"Heh, watching Zhong Lang perish with their own eyes?"
"Uh... I fear those in the Demon Court never saw this at all, let alone sensed it."
"So this is a Sage's handiwork? Truly... uh... despicable."
Clearly, although Gu Changqing remained within the Underworld.
He already understood everything unfolding behind the scenes, his mind as clear as a mirror.
He knew this was precisely the work of Jieyin and Zhunti.
Not only had they bewitched the ten Golden Crows into venturing out, they had also completely blocked every sense of those in the Demon Court.
In other words, Di Jun and Tai Yi and the others did not even know the ten Golden Crows had ventured out.
Naturally, they knew nothing of Zhong Lang's death either.
Gu Changqing said nothing more.
Instead, he continued watching everything outside