A fight broke out.
In just an instant, at the moment of contact between humans and the Demonic Race, a battle began.
Yang Zhen looked at the shameless cat who appeared unsurprised and asked doubtfully, "You don't seem surprised at all?"
The shameless cat scoffed and said, "What's there to be surprised about? The grudges between human practitioners and the Demonic Race have been passed down for tens of thousands of years. How could they be resolved by just two decades of seclusion?"
"Isn't it said that many from the Demonic Race yearn for a peaceful life, away from worldly troubles? Can this longstanding grudge still not be resisted?"
The shameless cat shook its head and said, "Sometimes, even if all the members of the Demonic Race want to live a peaceful life, human practitioners won't let them. Whether the emergence of the Demonic Race is good or bad, it's hard to tell."
