Back when Li Xuanxiao lay in his hospital bed reading those absurd novels and watching costume idol fantasy dramas, there was one thing he simply could not understand.
The world was so vast—why did the two of you just happen to meet?
Could screenwriters stop writing so many brain-dead plotlines?
Now, it seemed the screenwriters had actually been too conservative.
Liu Qiushui had failed to catch the Old Emperor, allowing his Primordial Spirit to escape.
A Primordial Spirit fled with extraordinary speed. Though Liu Qiushui wanted to pursue it, she was powerless to do so.
But his son was still here.
So, in accordance with the Demon Cult's rules, Liu Qiushui came looking for his son.
The Demon Cult did not simply run wild and commit evil at will; it had its own principles.
Because for a time, the Demon Cult's reputation had been so atrocious that everyone wanted to strike them down.
So, in order to improve their reputation, at a Demon Cult assembly—
A rather influential demonic figure proposed a code of conduct for the Demon Cult.
For example: even if they had a grudge, they would absolutely never harm the women and children in their enemy's household.
That way, others would feel that even if they were evil, they were evil with principles.
Only then would more people yearn for the Demon Cult and join it.
But once the rules had been laid down, the Demon Cult members found a loophole.
When they killed someone, they still wiped out the entire family.
And they declared with complete confidence—
"Daoist friend, although we of the Demon Cult do not kill women or children—
your son isn't a woman.
Nor is your wife a child.
They don't fall within the range of those we may spare, so sorry about