"Heavenly Ancestor, why did you mention the Devil Race? The Devil Race is the cultivators' mortal enemy!" A white-haired old Daoist stood up.
His words broke the silence, attracting the support of the other Heavenly Race mighty figures.
Speaking of the devils, they gritted their teeth. Ji Xianshen frowned.
The hall fell into chaos. Other than Ji Xianshen, everyone was denouncing the sins of the devils.
After a long while…
After everyone was silent, Ji Xianshen slowly asked, "I want to ask, what grudge do you have with the Devil Race? Don't mention the ancient legends, just talk about yourselves."
The Heavenly Race mighty figures looked at each other.
They didn't follow Ji Xianshen's words but doubted in their hearts.
Had the Heavenly Ancestor been possessed by the devils?
Or was his Dao heart deceived?
It was so outrageous!
Even the Heavenly God General looked at Ji Xianshen differently.