"Ideas, huh..."
Looking up at the sky that was about to darken, Lang Qianxing shook his head.
"There's no brilliant idea to speak of, just thinking about how to hold our ground is already taking all our effort, let alone finding a solution to the Demon Clan's problems."
"Moreover, Zixun,"
calling out Lu Zixun's name, Lang Qianxing pursed his lips, "The root of the Demon Clan is now thoroughly decayed, the only way to resolve their issue is to cut it off at the source."
Hearing this, Tang Qinglan looked at Lu Zixun with surprise.
Lang Qianxing's speech was similar to what Lu Zixun had said before, could it be...
Tang Qinglan lowered her head, pondering how far the Demon Clan had fallen.
Starting by cutting off at the root, she raised her claw and scratched her ear.
A contemplative look appeared in Lu Zixun's eyes.
Following Lang Qianxing's logic, Lu Zixun indeed had a good idea.
