Ye Qingtang and Little White Tiger discussed for a long time, but failed to ascertain what happened at that final moment tens of thousands of years ago.
While they were still debating, Little Heavenly Demon waddled over to Tu Fu's body. With eyes wide with curiosity, it gazed up at the Heavenly Demon who had died all those years ago.
"Uh… is it okay to let this little kid stare at the dead body of one of its own kind?" Ye Qingtang couldn't help feeling worried at Little Heavenly Demon's curious expression. Would the sight of the corpse of this Heavenly Demon leave a scar on its young, impressionable mind?
"Please… it is a Heavenly Demon. Do you think it's some innocent little puppy? Heavenly Demons are capable of killing each other, the mere sight of a corpse is nothing to it. Instead of worrying about that, you should worry about whether it might take a bite out of that corpse." Little White Tiger snorted.
