"Revisiting an old haunt—what feelings does Lord Yin Dao have?"
The Corrupt Demon Borrowing Soldier Master held a little girl by the hand, smiling brightly at Tiger Corpse.
Tiger Corpse had taken on a different appearance. Standing upright on two legs, broad-shouldered and thick-backed, he was now a hulking, furry man.
Truth be told, after choosing to become demonized, he looked even more human than before.
Tiger Corpse remained silent for a long while before saying, "We have not yet entered the Southern Border. This does not count as revisiting an old haunt!"
The moment he spoke, killing intent surged skyward. The dense stench of blood became a gale that stripped the surrounding ground bare of every blade of grass.
Fear appeared on the little girl's face, and she whispered a few words into the Borrowing Soldier Master's ear.
The Borrowing Soldier Master revealed an indulgent, pained expression and patted her little arm. "Mu Xiangtong, come here. Take the baby aside to play!"
Mu Xiangtong came over from the side, took the little girl's hand, and led her somewhere neither of them could see.
Tiger Corpse withdrew his gaze from the little girl's retreating figure. "Corrupt Demon, I know you are using me!"
The Borrowing Soldier Master smiled without speaking, and the atmosphere was not overly awkward.
Then Tiger Corpse continued, "It does not matter. I am using you too. We each take what we need, and neither of us loses out."
"You and I share a lifelong enemy—Marquis Shen. His Heavenly Pillar has kept you crushed so badly all these years that you can barely breathe. That must be painful, no?"
"As long as this man remains alive, my plan to revive the Demon Race cannot move forward!"
The Borrowing Soldier Master looked at Tiger Corpse and said solemnly,