Perhaps the demonkin had already built a base somewhere, perhaps their base was the fleet in outer space. At least Qianye could be certain that this viscount was very likely a member of their mobile unit. If all of their members were as fearless of death as this person, it would be fairly problematic.

From the conversation between the two demonkin, Qianye noticed a new term: young lord.

This worrisome honorific was similar to the holy sons and daughters of the vampire race, a person who had gained the recognition of all families in the race. A fellow crowned thus was akin to Zhao Jundu in the empire—not only would they stand out from the rest of the demonkin young geniuses, but they could also mobilize unimaginable amounts of resources.

If a demonkin young lord had arrived in the neutral lands, it could be assumed that something big was going to happen.

Qianye suppressed the restlessness in his heart. At least Song Zining was prepared, and it wasn’t that easy to make him take a loss...