The female general was reborn in the enemy's house? They all die!

"You really are the Great Elder of the Black Demon Clan!"

Rong Sheng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, and Song Xuanlin beside him also widened his eyes in surprise.

"No wonder you know how to cast a spell and perform secret techniques to change the world."

Rong Sheng continued, "But why are you living here alone now?"

Song Zanqing glared at Rong Sheng with displeasure upon hearing this: "You, the junior, really don't follow the rules. I have already explained my identity, shouldn't it be your turn next?"

"Uh......"

Rong Sheng's expression froze for a moment. She thought Song Zanqing would then tell her about his relationship with the Shen family.

Who would have thought that he revealed his identity just to trick her into telling him something.

But he was born into the Black Demon Clan of Chidan after all.

Even if he says that he has received favors from the Shen family, we cannot easily believe his words.

It was because my father was soft-hearted that Li Yujing used a trick of self-torture on him, which eventually led to the Shen family's annihilation.

The painful lessons of the past were still fresh in his mind, and Rong Sheng's expression became more determined at this moment: "Elder, forgive me for being frank, but what you just said actually has no evidence, which is really hard to believe."

Rong Sheng spoke slowly, not caring about Song Zanqing's slightly changed expression: "Empty words are not enough. Since you said you know the Shen family, please show me the token. Otherwise, I will not answer your question."

"Ok?"

Song Zanqing was stunned for a moment, looking at Rong Sheng's small face as big as a palm with an extremely serious expression, he actually found it a little funny.

He has been the chief elder for many years and has become accustomed to others obeying his orders.

Normally no one dared to question him.

But the young man in front of me has the attitude of "not releasing the eagle until the rabbit is seen".

"That's all——"

Songtsenqing came to his senses and smiled with relief.

Anyway, he is alone now and is an old man, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Then he turned around and took out a dagger from the secret cabinet beside the bed.

He carefully held the knife with a handkerchief and then held it in front of Rong Sheng.

"That was twenty years ago. At that time, I was not yet the Great Elder of the Black Demon Tribe."

Songtsenqing lowered his eyes, his gaze moving over the dagger that he had treasured for so long.

Feeling the passing of time, he continued slowly, "At that time, the competition for the position of the Great Elder of the Black Demon Clan was fierce. The members of the clan even killed each other just to win the position of the Great Elder."

"Because once you succeed to the throne, you can inherit the unique secret technique passed down by your ancestors. As you have seen, that secret technique can not only change the world and seal the barrier, but also make one's skills soar to a level that no one can reach."

"As the oldest candidate at the time, I was also the most likely to succeed."

As he spoke, tears slowly welled up in Songzanqing's eyes: "So this is how the fatal disaster came about."

"I remember that I was also forced onto the cliff by my tribesmen. When I was about to fall to the ground, a few Dazhen soldiers happened to pass by the foot of the mountain."

"When the young general in charge saw this, he immediately came to the rescue without hesitation."

At this point, Song Zanqing fixed his eyes on the dagger in front of him again. "At that time, he injected the Cloud Wind Skill into this dagger, and then the dagger flew towards me at high speed, and finally passed through my collar, pinning me to the mountain wall, and I saved my life."

When Rong Sheng heard this, her eyes shook slightly, and she seemed to have guessed the identity of the young general that Song Zanqing mentioned.

And Song Zanqing's next words really confirmed her guess.

"When the general saw that I was not seriously injured, he rode away with a few soldiers.

Later, I also fought back to my clan and succeeded to the throne."

"Afterwards, I asked my men to inquire from various sources and found out that the young general was Shen Huo, the leader of the Shen family army stationed on the border of Dazhen."

"Because of the many affairs of my clan and my status as a foreigner, I finally kept this knife as a treasure until today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Sheng had already picked up the dagger.

Twenty years ago, I was just a young child...

She gently stroked the pattern on the handle, which seemed familiar yet strange.

This pattern was taught to her by her father.

Later, when she came of age, she carved this pattern on the black iron knife given to her by her father.