"Fourth King... I’m nearing my end... Please listen to me. If you return to Demon Emperor Lake, you’ll find it hard to come out alive." Yu Jiang spoke intermittently, then glanced at the demons kneeling behind Ying Zhao and thought of an idea, "If you only want the First King and Second King to know this... leave it to them... they are our confidants. Surely they won’t dishonor the mission!"
"Fourth King, we will not dishonor the mission."
"Fourth King, we will not dishonor the mission."
"Fourth King, we promise not to dishonor the mission."
Six or seven voices echoed their pledges.
Ying Zhao did not turn back but looked at Yu Jiang, hesitation flickering in his heart.
He knew Yu Jiang’s words made a lot of sense.
Yu Jiang’s plan was more effective than what he had considered.
Wen Ping found joy within when he saw Ying Zhao lost in thought.
He originally thought he would need to find a way to make Ying Zhao stay.
Now, it’s resolved.
Yu Jiang did this for him.
Hesitation meant consideration, weighing decisions.
This time, there had to be someone to give a decisive encouragement to help Ying Zhao make a choice.
"Our Sect Leader believes that Yu Jiang’s words make much sense. If everything must be done personally, any accident could lead to total loss."
Wen Ping hurriedly inserted a remark.
As for why Wen Ping thought this way?
It’s simply because he rarely did things by himself.
Fighting was for Elders and the Evil Spirit Knights, while he stayed on the sidelines conserving strength.
He only stepped out when appropriate to show his presence.
Yu Jiang praised him before Ying Zhao could speak, "Sect Leader Wen is truly a wise person."
"Too kind."
Wen Ping modestly replied.
Then, noticing Ying Zhao was still hesitating, Wen Ping added, "Who will save the mountain top if not to worry about no firewood? Ying Zhao, have you heard this phrase?"
"Who will save the mountain top if not to worry about no firewood?" Ying Zhao turned to look at Wen Ping, showing confusion.
Wen Ping didn’t plan to explain.
Because this phrase is meant at face value, easy to understand.
In just the span of a few breaths, Ying Zhao suddenly realized it, gazing at Wen Ping with eyes filled with admiration, "Sect Leader Wen is truly a wise person... Who will save the mountain top if not to worry about no firewood; who will save the mountain top if not to worry about no firewood... This makes so much sense. I’ve understood."
"Glad you understand."
With that, Wen Ping couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.
Indeed, knowledge is power.
Lü Xiucai wasn’t wrong.
At this moment, Ying Zhao, having made up his mind, turned around to face the demons kneeling before him, then coldly said, "Each of you will have a share. Take it and seek the First King and Second King. Remember it must be handed over personally."
After speaking, Ying Zhao spat seven mouthfuls of blood.
Each mouthful of blood fell on Ying Zhao’s palm, immediately forming into crystals.
In the crystal, an authoritative and dense bloodline power surged forth - this was the crystallization of the Demon Emperor’s bloodline.
With this item, it was the best proof.
Since no demon would foolishly hurt themselves simply to play with bloodline crystals.
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