Demon Sect.
Before the Blood Pool.
All the Demon Sect elders were present. They wore black robes; some looked human, some looked like demons, some had fangs and scarlet pupils. Every one of them was grotesquely strange in appearance.
The atmosphere was eerie and oppressive.
"Eighth Brother ran?"
"Yes."
"Why did he run?"
"What nonsense. If he hadn't run, he'd be dead."
"Then how did he know to run? Who tipped him off?"
Elder You, whose body was inscribed with Dog Patterns, said indifferently, "According to Mr. Yuan, an 'anonymous' person was tipping Eighth Brother off."
"Mr. Yuan..."
"That anonymous person again. Who exactly is he?"
"You mean, besides Eighth Brother, there's another 'mole' within our Demon Sect passing along information?"
"Not necessarily..."
As they spoke, a bloated, fat elder said, "When all is said and done, can this Mr. Yuan truly be trusted?"
The Golden Core fiends all looked toward Elder You.
Elder You gave the fat elder a bland glance. "Half a month ago, when the Dao Court Office encircled and exterminated you, the hundreds of disciples and descendants under your command were only saved because of intelligence intercepted by Mr. Yuan. Otherwise, you wouldn't even have blood food now."
The fat elder fell silent.
This was the man who fed and clothed him. He could not afford to offend him.
A short, skinny elder asked, "How skilled is this Mr. Yuan in arrays?"
Elder You's expression turned solemn. "Extremely profound."
The short elder nodded. "Then he is a talent. We should keep him and put him to use for our Demon Sect. What does he like? Human blood? Human flesh? Spirit Stones, treasures, or women?"
Elder You's expression remained calm. "That is none of your concern."
The short elder's gaze turned cold, his expression unfriendly.
"We can