The mystery of the Demon Clan's life, in Li Fan's eyes, holds no secrets to speak of. He can handle it with ease.
"Hehehe. Emperor Three, this act of offering the Ten Thousand Beast Wheel, have those over there been informed?" Li Fan watched the wise beast before him with amusement.
Emperor Tri-Moa lowered his head and casually replied, "They certainly do not know. In fact, they don't even know the existence of the [Ten Thousand Beast Wheel]."
"Then aren't you shouldering the eternal infamy of [Beastiality]?"
"Heh, I've been bearing that title for tens of thousands of years. If it happens again, it's no big deal." Emperor Tri-Moa seemed genuinely unconcerned.
He looked sincerely at Li Fan, "Compared to the survival of the tribe, everything else is insignificant."
Li Fan pondered, momentarily unable to fathom the true intentions of this wise beast.
But regardless, he would not give up on the feast of the thirteen Primordial Dao Forms.
