"Sorry for the trouble, Senior. Should I run another way?" the fair-skinned, chubby man asked Li Zhōujūn, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Li Zhōujūn said nothing.
Seeing this, the fair-skinned, chubby man tentatively turned around and looked at the bald, heavily built man with patterns tattooed on his head. "I'll run first. You can chase me later."
The bald, heavily built man was panicking inside. When he heard the fair-skinned, chubby man speak, he nodded with difficulty.
"Old Senior, I'm going to run now, all right?" the fair-skinned, chubby man from the Feiyan Sect asked Li Zhōujūn cautiously.
Li Zhōujūn nodded.
Seeing that Li Zhōujūn had agreed, the fair-skinned, chubby man took off without looking back and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, the bald, muscular man was immediately puzzled. Since when had Godly Emperors become so easygoing?
"Se... Senior, can I leave too?" the bald, muscular man asked Li Zhōujūn cautiously.
"I never said you could leave." Li Zhōujūn smiled. "Though I usually can't be bothered to interfere with devil cultivators who slaughter innocents, since I've run into one, would it really be excessive to casually rid the world of harm?"
"Senior, I'm innocent! I... I'm not a devil cultivator! And I haven't slaughtered any innocents!" The bald, muscular man looked ready to cry. "I'm just a little fierce-looking!"
"How can you prove it?" Li Zhōujūn asked. When this man had fought the fair-skinned, chubby man earlier, he indeed had not displayed overwhelming devilish energy.
But devils did not necessarily have to cultivate using devilish energy. After all, any cultivation method could lead one onto the devil's path.
Cultivating orthodox techniques but behaving like a devil still made one a devil.
Cultivating devil techniques while acting upright and honorable still made one a person of