Bai Yujun knew that pitiful man had left the Southern Wasteland.
Though she had slaughtered countless beings over the past five hundred years, they had all been people steeped in violent Karma, or opponents who had targeted her. As for ordinary people who kept to themselves, she avoided killing them whenever possible. Not only was she remarkably upright amid the Demon Realm's culture of man-eating, she was also a clear spring amid the mudslide of humanity in the Central Plains.
The Great Dao numbered fifty; Heaven derived forty-nine, leaving one thread of life. Surviving was his destined fate.
Still, this matter might not be over. A human life lasted less than a century, while souls reincarnated and entered the cycle of rebirth, life after life. Bai Yujun had a vague feeling that they might meet again someday...
There was nothing she could do. Unless someone was truly evil, casually scattering a soul violated Heavenly Harmony.
That rotten business was temporarily settled.
Sending troops into the Central Plains would happen within the next two years, which meant the future Human Emperor was about to face a low point. The only one who could offer charcoal in the snow was Bai herself; everyone else would only hand him a knife in the snow.
Standing before the window, she took a sip of tea. Rarely, she had not treated the Tea Leaves like vegetables and eaten them.
The snake demon maid entered the study.
"King, a demon has come. It says it wants to buy people from our territory for its king to eat."
The demonic beasts of the Southern Wasteland resembled humans—some were good, some bad; some kind, some evil. The more refined ones, like Bai Yujun and the Green Wood Demon King, looked like normal demonic beasts. The abnormal ones were