Someone whispered in conversation, "You don't know this, but I heard that those traffickers are working with the Demon Race, deliberately inciting strife between various clans and Great Xia Country, so Great Xia Country is desperate now."
"The Demon Race? Is that race real?"
"How can it not be? I heard that in the forbidden lands of Southern Barbarian State, they have now been wiped out by the Demon Race. There isn't a trace of life left for thousands of miles around."
"Really? That's terrifying, isn't it?"
"..."
In the teahouse, a group of people in the morning sun whispered to each other, each one more professional than the intelligence agencies.
After listening for a while, Long Fei sat down in front of a young man with a crafty look.
He took out a gold coin and pushed it under the teacup toward him.
The young man stared in surprise for a moment, quickly grabbed it when no one was paying attention, and ingratiatingly said to Long Fei, "Young Master, do you need something?"
