Tiger Pattern

Tiger Pattern

The black-clad Leader's smile was gloomy. He clearly had a human face, yet he looked like a Demon.

It was as though a Demon Specter dwelled within him.

Jin Gui's heart turned cold. All thought of resistance vanished, and he gritted his teeth as he resigned himself to fate. "So long as I can serve the Young Master and work for the Leader, I will brave mountains of blades and seas of fire without hesitation!"

The black-clad Leader nodded in satisfaction, casting Jin Gui a deep look as he said in a low voice, "No Demon Pattern has yet been inscribed upon you. To reward your loyalty..."

"I will draw one for you personally!"

Jin Gui's pupils contracted slightly.

He had previously worked for the Young Master in secret. Although he had done no small number of things that violated Dao Law, he had never ventured into wicked demonic methods.

The wicked Demonic Path was not tolerated by the Dao Court.

Violating Dao Law could still be argued away.

But once one cultivated Demon arts, the death sentence was truly beyond dispute.

And having spent so long in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, how could he not know what this "Demon Pattern" meant?

Once a "Demon Pattern" was drawn, demonic power would assimilate his flesh and blood, and he would truly step onto the wicked path.

Still, this had been within his expectations all along.

It was a ritual, and also a form of "recognition."

At this point, he had no way to turn back.

His origins were poor, so naturally he had to risk everything and gamble. Otherwise, where would his future come from?

Jin Gui cupped his hands. "Thank you, Senior Martial Brother!"

This time, the black-clad Leader did not correct his form of address,