"Indeed..."
A'Qian's small hands were clenched tightly around the Golden Silk Net, her teeth gritted as she stared at the bronze mirror in the sky.
She had had a premonition ever since she overheard the conversation between the Howling Moon Demon King and the Ox Demon.
Even though they needed the help of a lesser demon king to deal with Qingzhou,
Howling Moon's posture seemed far too submissive.
This arrogant Ox Demon likely came from a demon force outside of the Great Qian Dynasty, and such demons with powerful backing must have some means to save their own lives.
Perhaps, behind it stood a being even more terrifying than the Demon King.
However, this might not necessarily be a bad thing for Qingzhou.
A'Qian wanted to escalate the situation, to let the Martial Temple know that it was not just Qingzhou at stake, and not a defeat they could temporarily tolerate.
The arrival of a powerful Great Demon from the outside would mean something entirely different.
