"It's not Yan Qing being weird, it's that you haven't realized the seriousness of the situation!"
Jia Xitong didn't know that Uncle Karl was the most steadfast in eradicating demons. Even Little Raccoon was sternly reprimanded on matters of principle.
"The relationship between Demon Cultivators and Martial Cultivators is like that of a red snake and an eagle; one must die for the other to live!
This foolish idea has been said by both your Host and me. If you spread it casually again, in special circumstances, this situation will be the first to be sacrificed as an example."
Uncle Karl spoke gravely, but it was not to scare the raccoon.
If someone else had heard these words, the accusation of colluding with demon cultivators and fraternizing with the Demon Child would have been settled upon her.
Thoughts raced through Jia Xitong's mind; with Uncle Karl's words, she quickly imagined the dead Little Raccoon's head hanging on the banner of the campaign against demon cultivators.
