When the Devil Race woman awoke, Zhao Min did not immediately question her.
While probing the village with her Divine Sense, she had discovered an unexpected problem: she could not understand a word the devils here said.
Yet on the Desolate Moon Continent, every devil cultivator she had fought, from the weakest to the strongest, had spoken the language of the Human Race.
Zhao Min came from a Lineage steeped in learning and had studied under the Wangliang Sect. She had long known from ancient texts that cultivators spoke different languages.
Cultivators also shared a common tongue, a convention throughout the cultivation world that made it easier to preserve the inheritance of cultivation arts.
After all, humans, demons, devils, and ghosts came from different realms. Once they ascended to the Immortal Spirit Realm, communication became a problem.
Only certain closely guarded cultivation arts were deliberately inscribed on jade slips in a race's own language. Besides offering some protection, this could even produce special effects.
For instance, some incantations could not be cast in the cultivators' common tongue. They required particular sounds.
The mortals of the Desolate Moon Continent had fallen most completely under the control of human cultivators. Ever since cultivators from the Immortal Spirit Realm discovered the continent and gradually founded sect after sect there,
they had deliberately steered the imperial families of every dynasty, from ancient times and even before, toward using the cultivators' common tongue.
As a result, the language spoken by mortals on the Desolate Moon Continent differed little from it, apart from minor regional variations.
Could the Devil Race really not understand the language of the Human Race—or even know the cultivators' common tongue? If so, things would become troublesome.
That was what Zhao Min now suspected.
She watched the Devil Race woman in silence.