Old Demon Zhi Feng said indifferently, "It makes no difference to this old man." He shifted his gaze away from the heavenly horse and gave the Murong Family's eldest daughter, her face veiled in gauze, a thoughtful look before nodding faintly. "As long as one is qualified to bid and believes oneself capable of subduing this heavenly horse, one may naturally participate!"
Old Demon Zhi Feng's tone was so bland that Young Master Duanmu did not know what to do!
"Perhaps... I made a mountain out of a molehill!" Young Master Duanmu immediately felt somewhat ashamed of his earlier loss of composure. Unfortunately, he was not a roundworm in Old Demon Zhi Feng's belly. How could he know that stormy waves had already surged in Old Demon Zhi Feng's heart? Old Monster Zhi Feng's true form was a spirit rat. By a fortunate coincidence, he had glimpsed the secrets of heaven and, in a single step, crossed from an ignorant beast into the ranks of demons. Over hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of years of cultivation, who knew how many perils he had encountered? Such dangers were not only trials upon the path of cultivation, but had also nurtured in him an extraordinary sharpness of perception. Combined with the spirit rat's innate cleverness, this gave him an instinct to seek fortune and avoid disaster. More than once, that instinct had saved his life.
When Old Monster Zhi Feng first caught sight of Xiao Hua today, he had not cared in the least, thinking Xiao Hua was merely a little fellow around first-grade Yuan force. But after his words fell, just as he was about to turn toward Duanmu Qing, who had spoken, and consider how to profit from the yet-unspoken conflict between Duanmu Qing and Xiao Hua, a faint warning arose