"Isn't what you're saying nonsense?" Cao Zhen looked at the nine-tailed fox demon with disdain and said, "Don't just talk about the Insect Clan; all cultivators, regardless of their race, naturally become stronger in greater numbers."
"You don't understand. What I mean by 'the more, the stronger' is different from what you said." The nine-tailed fox demon spoke as she picked up her teacup and took a light sip, revealing an unexpected expression on her face. "This tea is interesting. It's somewhat bitter, but it leaves a lingering fragrance in the mouth, with a slightly sweet aftertaste."
She commented and then continued, "If the Insect Clan has fewer numbers, there's no real danger.
For example, in your human race, there might be some geniuses, like you, who reach the limit of the Immortal Path Domain, but there are no such geniuses in the Insect Clan.
