"Finally, someone asked the question," Song Lin thought to himself.
The news that could cause these reclusive experts to panic was certainly no ordinary information.
Not to mention its connection to the northern Moyu Demon Country.
"Heh heh, this little brother must be under a hundred years old, right?" A man wearing a zombie mask said from among the crowd.
"The Dragon Abyss Conference is held roughly every hundred years. Demon Clan tribes gather, led by their various Demon Lords, to offer sacrifices to the Demon Emperor's Heavenly Court; this is what they call the Dragon Abyss Conference."
"What does the Demon Clan's conference have to do with us?"
"Hmph, you don't believe me when I say you're young. The conference requires sacrifices. And what are the Demon Clan's sacrifices? Think for yourself."
"You old windbag! Can't you just explain it properly?! Don't let me find out your real identity!" Loach said irritably.
"Come on, then! See if I care!"
