White Residence, Snake Valley.
The Wild Chicken Spirit stood atop the wall and crowed with all its might, welcoming the red sun slowly rising over the Hundred Thousand Mountains. A popular saying among demons was, "When the rooster crows, there's no need to light a lamp."
Iron Ball thought that famous saying was pure nonsense. The rooster's crow heralded dawn, so of course there was no need to light candles.
After crowing, the Wild Chicken Spirit darted into the White Residence courtyard faster than a hawk and refused to come out. Outside was too terrifying for a chicken. Every one of them stared at it while swallowing drool, even discussing how it could be eaten without plucking its feathers. This place was a demon's den!
The quiet Snake Valley suddenly became bustling.
The demons tidied themselves up and headed toward the White Residence gates in twos and threes, ready for class. Lu Gui had long been waiting beneath a tree. That was right—after leaving the Southern Wasteland, he had returned. Back in the Central Plains, he found himself uncomfortable with everything. He was unused to scheming against others and unused to chaos. He had fought desperately for cultivation methods and secret manuals, only to be exploited and end up with nothing. The demon beast forest was better. Secret manuals could be read freely, and cultivation methods chosen at will.
The White Residence walls were still new, while several Boston ivy vines had quietly climbed halfway up them.
Creak~
The courtyard gates were pushed open from within. Iron Ball carried an Ant Leg in its mouth and plopped down on the threshold, blankly staring like a certain flood dragon.
Lu Gui waved to Iron Ball in greeting, and with a mixture of laughter and tears received a fresh Ant Leg in