In the Ancient Demon Cave, Jiang Wang had indeed been present and played a pivotal role in the struggles that took place there.
However, the conflicts he personally engaged in all occurred on the Spiritual Soul Level, and his flesh body hardly took any action. Consequently, the faint traces left behind were all overshadowed by the battle between the Bone Respecting God and the Blood Puppet True Demon.
Therefore, Zhuang Gaoxian did not notice his tracks immediately.
"Bone Demon God? True Demon?"
Song Qingyue's brows furrowed ever more tightly.
Zhuang Gaoxian's words sounded extremely unreliable. The Bone Demon God was driven back to the Underworld long ago, and not even a shadow of the Bone Tao remained within the borders of Zhuang Country. The Bone Messenger who had once made contact with him was now without any news, probably already killed.
As for True Demons, they were beings of legend, originating deep within the Border Wilderness.
