There were already traces of other intentions in the way these fellows looked at it.
And they kept using the matter of Qiongqi to shift the blame and test its limits.
A pack of old foxes, no longer united at heart.
Eight-Tailed Fox felt a headache coming on, inexplicably irritated at that moment.
It took a deep breath and stopped looking at the God Race Clan Leaders, each harboring their own schemes, turning its gaze into the distance instead.
Ji Hong and Old White Ape still stood together, not chatting with the other Demon Lords and looking somewhat out of place. Yet their ferocious achievements earlier made the other Demon Lords instinctively wary when looking at them, afraid to provoke them.
All in all, this battle had firmly established their reputation throughout the entire Demon Clan.
"You two... come here."
Who knew what Eight-Tailed Fox was thinking? Perhaps it was merely irritated, or perhaps it thought they had performed well earlier. On an inexplicable impulse, it called out to them, inviting them into the meeting.
"As expected, it ran into trouble today."
"This spot... is right where it can see us."
Old White Ape showed no surprise at this turn of events. He spoke softly, then turned his head toward Eight-Tailed Fox.
But the instant he turned, his eyes became blank once again.
Ji Hong, too, remained equally composed.
"Come have a chat."
Eight-Tailed Fox's tone was gentle.
Old White Ape remained motionless, merely glancing at Ji Hong like the most loyal of subordinates.
Ji Hong frowned slightly, looking at the eight surviving God Race Clan Leaders behind Eight-Tailed Fox. A trace of disdain seemed to flash through his eyes before he finally shook his head.
"My status is low, and I have not taken up residence in Skyvault Ravine.