Yan Hui couldn't help being confused: "Aren't you a dragon demon? How do you know the nine-tailed fox demon clan's magic?"

Tian Yao blandly said: "50 years ago, the places in Central Plains with abundance spirituality were occupied by xian sects and xian cultivators. The demon races stayed in the southwest area. Qing Qiu's boundary is between the two areas. The situation was fixed, but the affairs of the xian sects and demon races have nothing to do with me."

Yan Hui blinked: "You didn't go southwest?"

"Didn't want to," said Tian Yao. "I had already cultivated in a valley for a millennium. I didn't want to move."

Fair enough. Back then, there was a great war between the xian sects and demon races. Although the sects won Central Plains, they also suffered great losses. No one was interested in provoking a great millennium dragon demon.

In this world, strength was the deciding factor.

"I had been alone for 1000 years, but for that period of time quite a few demons unwilling to leave Central Plains found me. I didn't chase them out. They regarded me as their shelter and still continued to cultivate in Central Plains."

"So......"

Tian Yao shot Yan Hui a glance: "Among the demons I sheltered, there were a few of the nine-tailed fox clan. In addition to cultivating, they would seek me out to compare techniques. Little by little, I learned their heart technique."

Tian Yao had an unexpected past.