The elder's hand trembled, and the cup he was about to pour wine for Zu'an almost fell to the ground.
He couldn't care less about pouring the wine at this moment, and hurriedly put down the bottle and cup: "Young master, why do you say that?"
Zuan then recounted everything that had happened in the palace that day: "I watched the Mad King and the Green-Crowned Lizard King die right in front of me. The Demon Lord clearly did not do it unintentionally; he did it on purpose to show me."
The Grand Elder swallowed hard: "I never expected that the Mad King and the Green-Crowned Lizard King, such powerful figures, would die such a pathetic death. If we had known this would happen, they would have been better off going to the cultivation world with the Shadow Demon King and the others. Even if they died, they would have died gloriously."
Zuan's heart skipped a beat. Judging from his tone, the Mad King and the Green Crown Lizard King were on par with the Shadow Demon King in the demon world in terms of status and strength. The Demon Lord who had so easily killed them must be even more unfathomable.
“But young master, there’s no need to worry. From what you’ve said, it’s clear that they colluded with the remnants of the previous dynasty, which is why they were executed. The Lord’s actions are probably just a warning to the True Demon Clan. As long as we work diligently in the future, we have nothing to fear.” The Grand Elder gradually calmed down and went to the table to pour wine.
At this moment, Zaun said, "But I accepted Miss Salami's offer before, and I even agreed to it."
Since even the Lord of Demons already knows about this, he's not afraid to tell others, turning the tables and taking the initiative.
"What!" The elder finally lost his grip on the wine jug, which fell to the ground with a bang and shattered into pieces.
The crimson wine flowing everywhere was just like his mood at that moment.
He disregarded his heartache over his treasured bottle and hurriedly grabbed Zu An's hand, asking, "Young Master, don't scare me. What's going on?"
Zaun had been watching his reaction closely to make sure he was unaware of his relationship with Salami's side before saying, "Before I went to the cultivation world, Morgad came to see me, and earlier today, Miss Salami also came to see me in person."
Upon hearing this, the Grand Elder immediately paced around anxiously: "How foolish you are, young master! How could you associate with these traitors?"
He didn't ask Zuan whether he had joined the other side or not, but the fact that he had frequent contact with the other side without reporting it immediately already spoke volumes.
He finally understood why the Demon Lord had deliberately killed the Mad King and the Green-Crowned Lizard King in front of the young master; he was clearly suspicious.
“I have no choice. The whole world is teetering on the brink of collapse and could be destroyed at any moment. All these years, has the Demon Lord come up with a solution? His methods have all failed one by one. People are restless. I am just trying to find a way out for the True Demon Clan.” Zuan answered while observing the other party’s reaction, ready to change his tune at any time. Fortunately, the other party did not suspect anything.
“But there’s no need to associate with those remnants of the previous dynasty,” the Grand Elder couldn’t help but say. “Do you think the Lord of Slaughter is some kind of good person? He was incredibly cruel back then, causing all the major families to become alienated from him. Later, he failed in his expedition to the cultivation world and was suppressed there. Even if he really comes back, what can he change!”
“But we have to do something. We can’t just sit here and wait to die.” Zuan stared straight into his eyes.
The elder fell silent, his expression showing great struggle. He hesitated several times before speaking, pacing around the room with his hands behind his back.
When Zuan's eyes were getting blurry from all the spinning, he finally stopped, as if he had made up his mind: "It's all my fault. I should have told you some things sooner, otherwise you wouldn't have been so impulsive."
"What is it?" Zu'an's heart stirred. He had guessed from various signs that the True Demon Clan had a secret, so he deliberately came to the Grand Elder's place to put on a show, and he didn't expect it to actually work.
"You should still remember how your father died, right?" The elder's tone was extremely heavy.
Zaun gave a vague "hmm," thinking to himself, "How would I know how Donald's father died?"
Just as they were worried about revealing a flaw, the Grand Elder spoke to himself: "Back then, the Demon Lord led your father and the kings of various clans to fight against the Doomsday Beast, but they returned defeated. The kings of various clans suffered heavy losses, and many of them did not return. Although your father successfully escaped, he was seriously injured. Before he died, he told me the secret of the True Demon Clan and asked me to pass it on to you when you are strong enough."
He paused, then gave Zu'an a deep look: "I always thought you weren't strong enough, but your success in the cultivation world and your ability to navigate between the Lord of Slaughter and the Lord of Demons is truly surprising. It's time for you to know this secret."
Zuan was filled with curiosity and wished he would stop talking nonsense and get to the point.
Fortunately, the Grand Elder did not keep him waiting long. He casually set up several soundproof arrays around him before solemnly saying, "Young Master, what I am about to say concerns the life and death of our clan. You must remember not to leak a single word out, whether it be to your old friends or the women around you. Otherwise, if even the slightest leak occurs, our True Demon Clan will be doomed."
“Of course!” Zuan immediately agreed.
Sensing his seriousness, the Grand Elder nodded in satisfaction: "Young Master, you must have met the demons in the cultivation world during your trip. Don't you think they are somewhat similar to us?"
“That’s right, they are very similar in appearance, even in language and customs,” Zu’an replied, also harboring a doubt in his heart: could the demon race really be some bloodline left behind by the demon world back then?
"We can not only get close, but we can even enlighten and awaken the power hidden in their bloodline." The elder spoke of this with a natural pride.
"Is it because they are the bloodline left behind by our ancestors in the cultivation world?" Zu An asked tentatively.
"The bloodline of our ancestors? Those inferior creatures don't even deserve it!" The elder sneered. "The demon race in the cultivation world is nothing more than the blood left by our ancestors in battle on that land, which inspired the intelligence of the local native creatures and gradually evolved from it."
"The blood of our ancestors is so powerful?" Zu An was somewhat surprised. The blood of the strong indeed has many effects. For example, his blood can heal some hidden injuries and promote the cultivation of cultivators. However, it is still far from being able to awaken the intelligence of living beings.
"Of course, young master, do you know what our True Demon Clan's ancestor was?" The Grand Elder said, somewhat excitedly.
"Isn't it a true demon?" Zuan was taken aback.
"Of course not. We have only degenerated into the True Demon race because we have lost the power of our ancient bloodline," the Grand Elder snorted. "Our ancestors were gods in the Heavenly Court!"
"The Heavenly Court?" This time it was really Zu'an's turn to be surprised. Although he had guessed that the True Demon's ancestor had some background, he never expected it to be this powerful.
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