The rabbit's death grieves the fox; creatures mourn their kind.
They felt a foreboding premonition rising in their hearts.
At this point, Lu Qingshan suppressed his sigh and exhaled again. His gaze swept over the several demonic cultivators, and he remarked, "Cooperation, yes, but with the few scant details you provide, it's truly difficult to let you go."
Hearing these words, the hearts of the five void demonic cultivators seized, and a sense of deadly danger confronted them directly.
Amidst Lu Qingshan's gaze brimming with murder intent, the smallest of the five void demonic cultivators suddenly seemed to think of something and spoke tremblingly, "Were you referring to the matter of Qing King's blood slaughter just now?"
"Oh?" Lu Qingshan's expression remained unchanged as he turned his gaze toward this void demonic cultivator, continuing to listen.
