"Wu Xian, what do you think?"
Di Jiang turned to Wu Xian and spoke.
Ever since Wu Xian created witchcraft and Witchcraft, he felt that Wu Xian was unlike the other members of the Witch Clan; he seemed to have a better knack for contemplation.
And this meeting with Emperor Jun was, in fact, proposed by Wu Xian, so naturally, he wanted to ask for his opinion.
Wu Xian opened his tightly shut eyes, wounds sustained earlier in the Palace of the Polestar that had yet to heal completely.
"Originally, I was hesitating between gradually learning the ways of the Demon Clan or quickly implementing it all."
"But the last words of Emperor Jun enlightened me that I should swiftly undertake what we've learned from the Demon Clan."
Wu Xian said with confidence.
"Tell me why you think so."
Di Jiang asked again.
"The Demon Emperor once said, the strength of a race can hinge upon a single individual."
