Chapter 2481: Little Girl

Steward Pi was startled and hurriedly asked, "Lord, are you no longer planning to attack the demon resistance army?"

The Demon Master shook his head slightly. "Actually, what that person said makes some sense. The demon race is already on its last legs; dealing with them sooner or later makes no difference. On the contrary, that individual is our greatest threat."

Steward Pi's skin was already pale, and upon hearing this, his face turned even whiter. Clearly, compared to the weak remnants of the demon race—an easy target—the Slaughter Master was far more terrifying.

The War Priest looked worried. "Lord, are you confident about facing him now?"

The Demon Master also fell silent for a long time. After a while, he finally said, "If it's a one-on-one fight, the best outcome would be a four-six split."

In fact, in his judgment, it was more likely a three-seven split, but he couldn't show weakness in front of his confidants; he needed to give them enough confidence.

The War Priest and Steward Pi wisely didn't ask who held the four and who the six. Hearing this, they were filled with worry. "In that case, perhaps we should truly enlist the help of that person who just left. That might increase our chances of winning."

The power of the mysterious person who had just left deeply impressed both of them. He had effortlessly nullified the Demon Master's attack and departed safely from heavy encirclement. Both his strength and strategy were superior.

The Demon Master shook his head slightly. "That person has ulterior motives. Letting him help would introduce too many variables; we absolutely cannot use him."

"So what should we do now? When the Slaughter Master learns of Mogad's news, a simple investigation will reveal that we've transferred all his old subordinates away over the years." The War Priest's face also showed fear. "Once it comes to light, given the Slaughter Master's brutality, none of us will fare well."

The Demon Master smiled enigmatically. "Don't worry, sometimes it's not always about a contest of strength."

Meanwhile, in a secluded part of the military camp, the light distorted for a moment, and Zuan's figure appeared there.

He did not flee immediately, as the Demon Master had thought he would.

Having dealt with the Demon Master in his future, he had a deep impression of his cunning and shrewdness. He knew from the start that the other party would never believe him.

But that trip just now was still necessary, because he needed to plant a seed in the other party's mind, and once the time was ripe, this seed would take root and sprout.

He then hurried to another camp. Its location, as well as the splendor of its flags and decorations, all indicated that its owner's identity was extraordinary.

Standing in front of that camp, even Zuan, despite his firm resolve, couldn't help but hesitate a little.

Ultimately, he stepped forward and entered.

Although there were many guards here, the security was completely different from the strictness on the Demon Master's side. While not entirely riddled with holes, the defensive strength could certainly be considered to have many weaknesses.

With his myriad transformation techniques and aura-concealing arts, Zuan easily blended in and made his way to the outside of a small courtyard.

From inside, a faint sigh could be heard. A petite figure swung back and forth in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It turned out to be a little girl swinging on a swing.

Although the little girl's skin didn't seem very smooth, and faint traces of scales could still be seen, she still looked quite cute overall.

However, seeing the young girl sighing with an air of old age seemed peculiar no matter how one looked at it.

Seeing the other's tender yet somewhat familiar face, Zuan was momentarily dazed.

This little girl in front of him was, of course, Salame as a child. Previous intelligence had revealed that Salame already existed in this era, though she was still very young.

So after arriving at this grand camp, he first ascertained little Salame's location before going to the Demon Master's side.

Zuan wondered what would happen if Salame from the future were to come and meet her.

Of course, he knew this couldn't happen; Salame from the future was currently under a restriction and being guarded by Princess Soren.

"Who are you?" At that moment, the little girl noticed him and looked at him curiously.

Zuan was a little surprised. "Aren't you scared?"

He had originally worried that she would be scared and scream, attracting nearby guards, and had prepared to subdue her. To his surprise, however, she merely blinked her eyes, showing no overt fear.

"Why should I be scared?" The little girl seemed not to understand the question. "Are you here to play with me? I'm so bored."

Zuan then remembered that she was the Slaughter Master's daughter, virtually second only to one demon.

The Demon Master had not yet openly rebelled, and naturally treated this young lady with utmost respect and courtesy.

Having grown up as the apple of everyone's eye, others feared her, so she indeed had no need to fear anyone.

"Is the young lady bored?" Zuan couldn't help but ask, seeing the sorrow between her brows at such a young age.

"Yes, Daddy went to that Demon Imperial Tomb for some business and hasn't returned for several years. Uncle Mogad, who was my best friend, has also disappeared these past two years. Uncle Demon Master is too polite to me; he's very busy normally and has no time to play with me at all." The little girl pouted. "All the other people get terribly scared when they see me. In fact, you're one of the few who aren't scared of me."

Zuan secretly sighed. Salame's life was indeed a bit hard; although she was technically a young lady, she had never experienced much happiness.

Later, she soon encountered the Demon Master's usurpation, constantly thinking of revenge, leading her father's loyal old subordinates to hide everywhere. No wonder her psyche became so twisted later on.

Of course, he also understood what was important. Sympathy aside, what needed to be done still had to be done. "I'm not here to play with the young lady. I am a friend of King Bulun, and I've specifically brought you a message this time."

"Uncle Mo?" The little girl's eyes lit up. She hurriedly jumped off the swing and walked over. "Did Uncle Mo ask you to bring me a gift?"

Zuan sighed and said in an unusually heavy tone, "King Bulun was ambushed by the Sea Race at the East Sea Dragon Palace, and his entire army was annihilated."

"What? That's impossible! Didn't the Sea Race discuss surrendering? How dare they? And how could they be capable enough to annihilate Uncle Mo's entire army?" Although the little girl was young, her knowledge was already extraordinary.

Zuan was secretly shocked. It seemed she wasn't so easy to fool, so he explained, "The Sea Race's surrender was likely their ploy. And I heard that a mysterious individual over there was exceptionally powerful; it was their combined effort that led to the annihilation of King Bulun's army."

Little Salame paced anxiously in circles. "So where is Uncle Mo now?"

"His fate is unknown, and I'm afraid the odds are heavily against him. That's why I risked coming to inform the young lady." Zuan feigned a mournful expression.

"A risk?" Little Salame stared at him, seeming not to understand why it would be a risk.

Zuan sighed. "The Demon Master should have known about King Bulun's defeat long ago, but has he told the young lady about this?"

Little Salame's expression changed slightly. The Demon Master indeed hadn't told her, and she hadn't gotten this information from anyone else either.

"What you've said is truly too incredible; I need to verify it." Little Salame, shedding her previous innocence, now wore a serious expression.

"The young lady had best not seek verification from the Demon Master," Zuan said sincerely. "I was entrusted by King Bulun. He said that if anything happened to him, I should come and inform the young lady, and tell you to be wary of the Demon Master."