A demonic wind swept across the Myriad Demons Country, churning undercurrents of tension, and the pressure shifted squarely onto the Xiangliu clan.
The clan leader, Liu Cong, was caught in a dilemma.
Backing down was simply not an option. With so many pairs of eyes in the Myriad Demons Country watching, if the Xiangliu clan dared to take one step back, there would be a second, a third, and eventually many more. The folkways of the Myriad Demons Country were straightforward and unpretentious; the locals did not know the meaning of providing charcoal in snowy weather—they only knew how to snatch charcoal out of the snow.
Chapter 858