Late at night.
A light rain fell outside.
The bustling Yao Stronghold was quiet for once, and few demons appeared around the Lesser Yao Grounds either.
For most demons, the unending spring rains were not weather they enjoyed.
He took a little rest that day.
Su Changsheng simply used the somewhat dim glow of the fluorite to read some beast-hide scrolls Bai Ling had given him.
Among them were brief accounts of the Fox Book Yao Alliance, basic explanations of the Four Beams and Eight Pillars, and plenty of strange, curious knowledge.
Some of it he basically understood.
Some he knew nothing about.
Some information was even so jumbled that it was difficult to ponder or assess; he could only read it for what it was worth.
At that moment, he was like a traveler who had spent too long in the desert, hungrily and thirstily absorbing the hard-won knowledge before him, continually filling his desperately impoverished mind.
This was the benefit of joining an organization. Otherwise, with knowledge and information so tightly sealed off in the Black Mountain Demon Stockade, he would have had no way whatsoever to obtain these beast-hide scrolls.
These scrolls might only have recorded simple information, but precisely this most basic information was the knowledge he needed most urgently.
To understand a Yao Stronghold, or even its mysterious, unfathomable Yao Stronghold Core, he needed to start with the most basic knowledge, learning, deducing, and then refining his understanding bit by bit.
So the Fox Book Yao Alliance was founded after the first suppression of the uncanny incident caused by the Seventeen-Year Cicada. Compared with core Yao Groups like the Tiger Chāng and the Wolf Pack, it was quite young.
*Hmm... its initiator was actually a top ninth-level member of the Demon Race, infinitely close to