Watching Chen Weijian and the various elders of the Hundred Transformation Demon Sect leave, Xing Yinuo spoke up: "Father, are we really not going to seize that Holy Demon Water?"
Her initial plan had been to join forces with Chen Weijian.
Xingtian smiled. "The Holy Demon Water is indeed tempting, but you also have to see whose hands it's in right now. I do want those hundred drops of Holy Demon Water, but if we're not confident, why bother taking action?"
Xing Yinuo and the Xingtian Sect Ancestors were all greatly shocked.
Could it be that even Xingtian, the foremost among the Twelve Demon Venerables, had no confidence?
"Father, is the power at that black-haired young man's side really that strong?" Xing Yinuo asked, somewhat in disbelief.
Xingtian's expression was solemn. "Very strong."
Only two words, yet they made all the Xingtian Sect Ancestors' hearts sink.
"Father, have you already figured out that black-haired young man's background?" Xing Yinuo asked.
