"Meow, meow, meow." That was a cat's cry.
"Caw, caw, caw!" That was a crow's cry.
"How much?" That was Miss Ya's cry.
The hem of her coat danced in the wind outside the window. Standing in mid-air, the Maiden looked as godlike as a demon. Her pupils contracted slightly, and beneath her seemingly expressionless face, her flat chest rose and fell faintly. Her mood, like her trench coat, seemed far from calm.
"Five chi—nine cun?" Through the crow on her shoulder's translation, Ya learned the height of Bai Zhou's talent, and her pupils contracted slightly.
"It seems the great feat of you killing a Demon carries considerable weight in the eyes of 'history.'"
Remember the launch site domain
After a moment of silence, she suddenly spoke, her voice carrying the faintest trace of regretful wistfulness. "If only you could kill another Demon."
Bai Zhou: "?"
Miss Ya, are you awake?
Demons were not goblins that respawned every day at the Village Entrance, dying to a single swing of a wooden sword.
What he meant was, there would not even be elite monsters like goblins at the Village Entrance. Not even the best wooden sword in the village could kill them—so there would not be a second Demon, either.
That had been the Demon King himself, living in the Demon King's Castle. Surviving one encounter was already enough to make his ancestors' graves spit fire. And she wanted a second?
"Because if you were recorded in history once more, then with the mystical ascension brought by the rise in your Legend Degree—your Destiny talent height would definitely break past six chi."
Ya said, "As far as I know, once you reach six chi, your Destiny will undergo another fundamental transformation."
Another qualitative leap?
Bai Zhou blinked twice, then slowly shook