Di Jun said nothing more.
In truth, however, his heart was already filled with boundless wariness toward Gu Changqing.
That earlier sword strike still left Di Jun shaken.
If pushed too far, there was no telling what other madness that young man might unleash.
Moreover, Di Jun had to consider Saint Tongtian's might.
As one of the principal players in the world's Measureless Calamity, the Demon Race already faced the incomparably powerful Witch Clan.
If they offended a Sage as well, their situation would only grow worse.
Thus, after weighing the gains and losses, Di Jun could only suppress his covetous desire for the primordial violet qi and abandon his plans to attack Ancestor Hong Yun.
After hearing Di Jun's reasoning, Taiyi and Kunpeng remained silent.
They, too, knew that Di Jun had a point.
In fact, they had no other choice.
In the Primordial World, strength reigned supreme!
Who could they blame for lacking the strength to match a Sage?
They could only swallow their broken teeth along with their blood!
With ashen faces, the three watched until Hong Yun and the others vanished completely, then slowly withdrew their gazes.
"Hmph, that Hong Yun really is lucky."
"And... Gu Changqing, I will never let today's affair rest."
Finally, Di Jun gritted his teeth and spat out those words viciously.
Without question, after this incident, Gu Changqing had utterly offended Di Jun and the others, leaving no room for reconciliation.
Nor was there any guarantee that Di Jun, Taiyi, and the others would not plot in secret to harm Gu Changqing again.
The Three Great Experts of the Demon Court turned and left.
At last, peace and tranquility returned to the area.
Yet the mighty experts and ordinary cultivators alike still clicked their tongues inwardly, their faces filled with amazement.