Bai Cang was in a bit of a dilemma. He wanted to save the two Demon Gods, but he didn't want to offend Zhang Chen.
For him, the Demon Gods were crucial to the grand plans of the Demon Race, influencing their destiny and affecting the future development of the Demon Race. But Zhang Chen's strength was unfathomable, having suppressed even the two Demon Gods without being harmed himself. How could he not be wary?
Zhang Chen rose to power too quickly, like a meteor in the sky, so fast that even stealing the Dragon Qi from Prince Pingbian's Mansion couldn't match his speed.
"This kid has something!" Bai Cang muttered to himself, then picked up his tea cup and took a sip: "I need to think of a way to mediate, perhaps I can only ask Chen Sanliang to step in."
