"...So you're really the Demon Seed passed down by the Thousand-Year Demon Cult, the reincarnation of the Thousand-Year Demon Venerable?"
The sisters listened to Qiao Ling'er's account in disbelief. Yet beneath their suspicious gazes, their hands quietly tightened around their weapons.
"I truly don't know anything about the Demon Seed." Qiao Ling'er clutched his head in agony. "But whether they were the Earth-Dwellers or people from the Demon Cult...especially the people from the Demon Cult, they were convinced that I was the reincarnation of the Demon Venerable and forcibly kept me there. I had no choice but to put on a false show of affection with them..."
A false show of affection?
The elder sister narrowed her eyes instinctively, feeling that something about that explanation was inappropriate.
Qiao Ling'er hurriedly said, "Fortunately, Ancestor arrived. With Ancestor here, those remnants of the Demon Cult definitely won't dare to target me again!"
The old man in Daoist robes studied Qiao Ling'er in surprise... Then, suddenly, he flicked his finger. A ray of light shot directly toward Qiao Ling'er's brow.
In an instant, an evil aura surged from Qiao Ling'er's body. It collided with the ray of light the old man had sent out and canceled it. Qiao Ling'er was knocked backward and fell onto the ground. Shocked and bewildered, he muttered, "Ancestor? Ancestor?"
"Ancestor?" The elder sister instinctively looked at the old man in Daoist robes. "This..."
"Sure enough, it's the aura of the Thousand-Year Demon Venerable." The old man in Daoist robes sounded surprised. "This is indeed strange. The Thousand-Year Demon Venerable should be returning soon, but logically speaking, the Demon Seed should be..."
He had only spoken halfway—perhaps not even halfway—when the old man in Daoist robes abruptly fell silent. But the sisters and Qiao Ling'er had already heard him