"Did you notice, junior brother?"
"There's a strong killing intent about you!"
"That's also why I haven't contacted you all these years!"
Zhao Min's delicate black brows knitted slightly. It was not that she had not wanted to contact Li Yan all these years; she had simply had no way to send him a voice transmission.
For a time after Dongli Qing's death, the Holy Devil Palace had indeed conducted extremely strict investigations. Every incoming and outgoing voice transmission talisman had been monitored.
Zhao Min even suspected that those old Spirit Transformation monsters were watching in secret, so she had not dared send Li Yan a message, lest someone follow the vine to the melon and track him down.
Originally, she had intended to wait a few months before contacting Li Yan. Before long, however, something happened that caught even her completely off guard.
The Supreme Great Elder arranged for her and several talented young members of the race to enter a certain space—an ancient secret realm left behind by the original Devil Race.
Only the race's most trusted direct-line disciples could enter to temper themselves. There, their opponents were actually cultivators of the black devil race.
As it turned out, even after Xiahou Shangxie finally withdrew his troops all those years ago, he had remained unwilling to relinquish this secret realm. It contained many medicinal plants and ores difficult to find outside, as well as magic beasts that had long since vanished elsewhere.
Whether gathering herbs or hunting magic beasts, one could obtain coveted, top-quality materials while undergoing brutal trials.
Thus, after withdrawing his troops, Xiahou Shangxie sent another letter to the original Devil Race, demanding that a teleportation entrance connected to the black devil race be established within the secret realm.
This would allow black devil race cultivators