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Chuzheng only found out later that the Tiger King had so easily given up Ten-Miles Eight Mountains because for demons—changing places was like changing an inn.
Demons were not creatures known for their sentimentality.
If it hadn't been for the Tiger King, these demons wouldn't have gathered in the first place.
Chuzheng had the Tiger King distribute the Immortal Spirit Leaf.
The demon sprites were puzzled; they couldn't understand why the Tiger King was listening to Chuzheng, a human.
But they were all afraid of the Tiger King.
So naturally, no one dared to say more.
They just obediently took the Immortal Spirit Leaf.
After they received the Immortal Spirit Leaf, the way these demon sprites looked at Chuzheng changed.
The Little Fox would sharpen his claws nonchalantly, eerily watching the demons. Every time he seemed about to attack, Chuzheng would stuff a handful of grass in his mouth.
The Tiger King watched with a pang of heartache.