Song Changsheng's words instantly shocked everyone present.
Even Golden Armor, who had kept its eyes shut tight, forced open its heavy eyelids and stared at him in astonishment.
'He's actually trying to negotiate with a Demon Beast?'
This was the question that surfaced in the minds of Yinn Shang and the others. Having been raised in Luoxia City since childhood, they naturally held no goodwill toward Demon Beasts; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they despised them.
After all, a blood feud spanning a thousand years was impossible to resolve.
Therefore, no matter the circumstances, they had never even considered the path of negotiating with a Demon Beast.
But Song Changsheng felt no such burden. Although the Song Clan had just been ravaged by Demon Beasts, and he had lost two beloved elders because of it, that didn't mean he hated all Demon Beasts.
