Ning Feiyan’s eyes widened in surprise, "Raw food?"
She then smiled knowingly and said, "The only one who dares to devour the Enchanting Demon Lord in the Beiyuan Forest must be the Beiyuan Demon Emperor who has just awakened from the seal.
My father is indeed too rigid; with his cultivation, how could he possibly contend against the Demon Emperor? Although the Beiyuan Forest is a land rich in Spiritual Power, for the Enchanting Demon tribe who are insufficient in strength to protect this land, it is a deadly temptation.
If in the earlier years the Shura Demon Departnt had been in charge with their thunderous thods, perhaps the Beiyuan Demon Emperor would not have awakened so quickly.
My father’s death is trivial, but failing to protect the Barrier is the real trouble; the current Demon Lord cannot tolerate even a speck of dust in his eyes."
"It was our father who died!" Hong Zhuang shouted, her eyes red, finally unable to restrain her anger toward her, her eyes full of fragnted spirit.
She shouted angrily, as if all her strength had been exhausted, she hung her head, powerless, muttering, "That was our father... not so insignificant nobody..."
"So can you, can you not be so calm and detached, show so empathy, at least... at least for now, stop calculating those gains and losses, okay?"
Ning Feiyan remained unmoved by Hong Zhuang’s crying and helplessness and was even more indifferent than usual.
She said impatiently, "If you were just here to cry, you’ve found the wrong person; I don’t have the idle ti to watch you whine here."
Hong Zhuang forced a smile, glancing sideways at the disheveled clothes scattered on the windowsill, her eyes gradually losing control:
"So you have ti to be with n here all night, sister, at first I didn’t believe it... Mother said you were naturally cold and selfish, only seeking power and profit, that to you even kin are just expendable pieces on the ga board.
She said that you, in order to beco the ruler of the Four Rivers of the Demon World, ventured alone to the Beiyuan Forbidden Land, traded with the Demon Emperor, sacrificing the lives of three thousand of our tribespeople in exchange for a thousand years of his cultivation, helping you assassinate the previous River Lord, and after the Demon Emperor devoured the souls of our tribespeople, he almost broke free from the seal.
Though in the end it was the Demon Lord who personally suppressed him, now that the Demon Emperor reappears, it is greatly related to that push you gave back then, sister, I ask you, after father died, did you ever feel guilty?"
"Guilty?" Ning Feiyan felt a sense of absurdity rising within her.
"Why should I feel guilty? It was the Enchanting Demons themselves who couldn’t bear their own mission. In this world, there aren’t so many supposed pushes and incitents. In the end, the weak deserve to be beaten.
If we really have to count, back then if it weren’t for my cunning in obtaining a Demon Emperor’s Tusk, tricking him into Devouring those tens of thousands of my poisoned tribespeople, do you really think the Demon Lord could have so easily decapitated the Demon Emperor in his youth and resealed him?"
Hong Zhuang suddenly raised her eyes, swelled with shock, but even more so with anger and fear.
She seed to truly recognize this woman in front of her for the first ti, her chest heaving violently, her lips pale:
"So it is... so it is, back then you joined forces with the Demon Lord, using our ten thousand tribespeople as the foundation for your achievents, one in the light and one in the shadows, accomplishing a great miracle that is impossible for ordinary people, even drawing the old Demon Lord’s favor towards both of you..."
Hong Zhuang seed on the verge of both tears and laughter, her throat choked, her eyes filled with sorrow and disappointnt.
"No wonder a rejected demon from the Wasteland City could return to the Royal Capital, holding the power over life and death, no wonder an Enchanting Demon could beco the first-ever River Lord, it turns out that back then, you had already begun plotting with the wolves, calculating against your own entire clan."
"Calculating?" At Hong Zhuang’s bitter question, Ning Feiyan just calmly raised her eyebrows.
She smiled lightly and said, "If you want to put it that way, you’re not wrong, but in fact, while I was calculating against my own family, I also brought unimaginable benefits and achievents to the family.
If you expect to harbor impractical dreams like you, and to play naive gas of house with our tribespeople, as early as three thousand years ago, the entire tribe would have ended up with two outcos.
One is becoming food in the Demon Emperor’s stomach, the other is abandoning the mission, fleeing the holand, and ultimately being eternally banished by the Demon Lord as criminals."
Ning Feiyan’s eyes held a faint trace of ridicule, "I suppose if that were the outco, in both the Mortal World and the Demon World, the Enchanting Demons would be the lowest and dirtiest playthings of n, wouldn’t they? Considering everything, these few thousand years of peaceful tis can still be considered a profit my father made; now you co asking if I feel guilty?"
Her golden eyes, like a sword forged from blood and fire, were blatantly flamboyant, intensely bold, nowhere showing even the slightest hint of faltering or guilt.
Her heart was cold as ice, hard as iron, the rejection, hurt, resentnt, and contempt she had experienced from those people back then seemingly had nothing to do with her.
Finally, she simply gave her a slight glance, her words settling like dust: "Who do you think you’re speaking to?"
Ning Feiyan’s gaze was extrely calm, yet it made Hong Zhuang feel like she had suddenly been stabbed by a sharp Poison Needle, her heart abruptly stopping for a mont.
A great wave of grievance and pain crashed over her, the air around her seeming to freeze, making it difficult for her to breathe.
At that mont, although she was the one questioning, under Ning Feiyan’s gaze, she felt an unbearable scorching sensation of sha.
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