Li Pingyi furrowed his brow, turning the "Jurong Mountains" and the schemes of the Demon Race over and over in his mind, but he still could not make head or tail of it.
The information was too scarce. Relying merely on Li Tianxing's vague and ambiguous account, it was utterly impossible to deduce the real intentions of that feathered bird.
Forget it. If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it for now.
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