Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Tianjian Continent, bordering the sea.

The Thirteen Ancestors of the Dragon Clan had arrived at this place.

Accompanying them was a Demon Master.

"I can only escort you to here, from now on, you must rely on yourselves,"

"To all the members of the Dragon Clan, I hope you can be safe, remember, if you encounter danger, it's best to follow Primordial Daoist Fellow. Primordial Daoist Fellow's cultivation levels should be the highest among you..."

The Demon Master advised.

He certainly did not wish for this Dragon Clan, which had just sworn allegiance to him, to meet their end so abruptly.

All thirteen Dragon Ancestors naturally agreed to his words.

After some conversation between the two parties.

The Thirteen Ancestors of the Dragon Clan finally flew into the sea territory.

Their speed was very slow.

Flying cautiously through the sea territory,

They feared any leak of their aura would attract the power of the Heavenly Dao to suppress them.

Of course, Chu Yuan was completely unaware of these intricacies; he flew as if he had no concerns at all.

Seeing Chu Yuan flying in such a manner gave the Twelve Ancestors of the Dragon Clan quite a scare, for they feared that Chu Yuan might draw the power of the New Heavenly Dao upon them.

One after another, they moved aside, ready to flee.

But before they had flown far, they realized that Chu Yuan was completely unaffected.

The New Heavenly Dao had no intention of suppressing at all.

All was calm and tranquil.

"This..."

The Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan, Ao Qing, fell into deep thought.

Not just him,

The other eleven ancestors were equally puzzled.

They could not understand why the New Heavenly Dao did not suppress Chu Yuan.

"Could it really be that the New Heavenly Dao left no power at all in this sea area? Impossible, if that were the case, Demon Sage Ji Meng wouldn't have allowed us to come here,"

One of the Dragon Ancestors expressed their doubt.

Another Dragon Ancestor wanted to try releasing his aura and fly more boldly.

But the moment this thought rose in his mind, a sense of crisis surfaced in his heart.

He was struck with terror.

He had an intuition.

If he truly did so, he would certainly die a miserable death.

This scared the Dragon Ancestor so much that he dared not act recklessly, and he shared his intuition with the other ancestors.

After listening, the other ancestors fell into another round of contemplation.

A while passed.

The Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan spoke slowly.

"Let's just continue at this speed, we should not concern ourselves with other things. Perhaps Primordial Daoist Fellow is simply special, we cannot act like this,"

The Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan said in this manner.

"Alright,"

The other Dragon Ancestors said one after another, nodding in agreement.

Having finished their conversation,

they continued flying swiftly forward.

A strange scene appeared among the Thirteen Ancestors of the Dragon Clan.

Chu Yuan was flying in the front, while the remaining twelve higher-ranking ancestors were flying behind.

One was open and aboveboard while the rest were cautious and wary, as if they were thieves.

They hadn't flown much farther

when, suddenly, a formidable pressure descended from the firmament.

All thirteen ancestors, including Chu Yuan, stopped.

They all looked up to the firmament.

In their view, a figure slowly descended from above the firmament.

This figure, wielding a trident and clad in battle armor, who else could it be if not Ji Meng?

There stood Ji Meng, halfway in the air, looking down at the thirteen Dragon Ancestors with a cold gaze.

He had the imprint of the Old Heavenly Dao and did not have to grovel like the Dragon Ancestors.

In a short time frame, he would not be discovered by the New Heavenly Dao, allowing him to release his mana freely.

"We greet Demon Saint Ji Meng!"

The thirteen Ancestors of the Dragon Clan immediately paid their respects to Ji Meng, not daring to show any negligence.

"Speak, why has the Demon Master been seeking you out so frequently?"

With an expressionless face, Ji Meng spoke coldly, without giving any face.

"Demon Saint, what do you mean? There's nothing of note, we of the Dragon Clan simply chose to pledge allegiance to the Demon Master," said Ao Qing, the great elder of the Demon Race, stepping forward with a cupped-fist salute.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but find it strange.

It was nothing out of the ordinary for the Dragon Clan to pledge allegiance to the Demon Master, right?

Why did Ji Meng come over with a demeanor that seemed like he wanted to accuse them of something?

The Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan was quite puzzled.

"Why would the Demon Master want your Dragon Clan to pledge allegiance without reason? Tell me everything that's going on."

Ji Meng's gaze lifted slightly as he asked faintly.

He had always been aware of the Demon Master's little moves.

He just didn't know what specific plans the Demon Master had.

But he had a vague feeling in his heart.

That Demon Master fellow, he's unreliable and must be thoroughly investigated to discover his specific intentions.

Most importantly, there are precedents to check with this Demon Master fellow.

Who knows if he might betray them.

"There's really nothing going on," the Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan said, bewildered.

He indeed had not received any orders from the Demon Master.

"Unwilling to talk?"

Ji Meng did not care for these excuses and directly took it as the Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan's unwillingness to talk.

"There really isn't anything," he reiterated.

"Still not willing to talk?"

"Demon Saint, what exactly do you want to know?"

"You know what I want to know," Ji Meng said.

The Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan: "..."

I'm going to vomit.

Who the devil knows what you want to know.

He truly knew nothing at all.

"Enough, since you refuse to talk, don't blame me," Ji Meng said coldly.

"Demon Saint, what are you going to do," inquired Ao Qing, the Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan, now on alert.

"The Demon Race does not slaughter its own, rest assured, but the sea region you Dragon Clan were heading to needs to be changed; relocate to another sea region," commanded Ji Meng, casting a single hand, as a streak of light flew out and entered the center of the Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan's forehead.

Upon receiving this information, the Great Ancestor's face turned extremely grim.

Demon Sage Jimo kept a cold face, silent as his figure vanished from the spot.

The spot where Ji Meng disappeared, Chu Yuan watched silently, deep in thought and without a word.

He weighed whether he could defeat this Ji Meng in battle.

But later he figured he'd better not; the other party bore the name of Demon Saint, and seemed quite formidable.

He likely couldn't win against him, so it was better not to stir trouble and to maintain silence instead.

On the other side, the ten or so Ancestors of the Demon Race began to speak out.

"Ao Qing, what happened? What did the Demon Saint tell you?"

"What was that streak of light just now?"

"Don't argue, let's ask one by one. Great Ancestor, how did we offend Demon Sage Jimo?"

"Right, I always feel like Demon Sage Jimo really dislikes us. Have we offended him somewhere?"

"It shouldn't be, right? Where has our Dragon Clan offended Demon Sage Jimo? I think it's because we pledged allegiance to the Demon Master, and there is some grudge between the Demon Master and the Demon Saint that has implicated us."

The ten or so elders all spoke in turn.

But the face of the Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan remained dark the whole time.

"This... this Demon Saint has assigned us a new place; we are to head to the depths of the sea, the place where the power of the New Heavenly Dao is most abundant, the Demon Saint... is he sending us to die in the sea..." gritted Ao Qing, the Great Ancestor, looking in the direction where Ji Meng had left, filled with anger...