Ling Jia's sea-blue eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze swept back and forth over Lu Qingyan.
The Lord of the Sea Kingdom spent most of his time in the Yu Abyss in the far east of the Dark Sea, and knew little about the Human Race's sects and powers on land.
Moreover, the Ghost Valley lineage had remained hidden from the world for many years, so he knew nothing of its Divine Abilities. He merely found it strange.
A mere Nascent Soul Cultivator, however powerful his Divine Abilities, was actually bold enough to strike directly at a Fifth Tier Great Yao over a disagreement.
And this Kui was far too good-tempered, showing no anger even when provoked by a Human Race Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Soon, the phantom game pieces falling around them dispersed. The white piece in Lu Qingyan's palm shattered and vanished as well, and Kui returned to normal.
"Many years ago, I fought a cultivator from Ghost Valley. That is how I recognized it."
An expression resembling a smile yet not quite one appeared on Kui's face.
"Please do not misunderstand, everyone. The Demon Race is unlike the Human Race. We do not go back on our word."
"I merely wished to lend a hand and disperse these thunderclouds."
Would the Demon Race really be so kindhearted?
"No need to trouble yourself."
Shen Er snorted. "If young friend Xie Chan is in danger, I will intervene myself."
Kui's gaze lingered on Lu Qingyan for a while. Then he actually took several steps back.
"Very well. Please proceed."
At the edge of the sea cliff, Song Yan watched the scene with a somewhat peculiar expression.
"Isn't this Demon Race senior-a little too polite and law-abiding?"
That was a Fifth Tier Great Yao, equivalent to a Human Race Spirit Transformation