He decided to let the four Yellow Springs deities lie on the ground, groaning in pain.
The Demon Dragon stared coldly at them.
"Should I throw you straight into the River of Forgetfulness, or kill you here? That's the question."
He spoke slowly.
Pink spikes suddenly extended from the cat claws, gleaming with a cute yet suggestive light.
"—Don't! Don't kill them!"
A woman's cry rang out from far away.
The Demon Dragon turned toward the voice.
A woman came racing over.
She wore a white dress and had a lovely face. Several layers of feathered illusions shrouded her hands.
She hurriedly landed in front of the Demon Dragon.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
The woman said repeatedly, "They found out that the divine artifact in your hands had appeared in the world—and to think they'd privately tried to pressure you just to curry favor with me."
She took two steps back and bowed solemnly. "I'm truly sorry. Please don't kill them. If you suffered any losses, I can make it up to you."
Seeing how sincere and earnest she was, the Demon Dragon asked, "And you are—?"
"I'm Liu Ye, Master of the Reincarnation Records of the Reincarnation Hall," she said.
The Demon Dragon thought it over. "Just this once. If you bother me again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Thank you," she said, bowing again.
The Demon Dragon turned and headed back toward his little house.
"Wait!" the woman called.
"Is there something else?" he asked without turning around.
"You've only just become a Yellow Springs deity. You may not be familiar with many methods of cultivation or with the various aspects of Yellow Springs. I can teach you personally," she said.
"I like figuring things out for myself," the Demon Dragon replied.
Seeing him leave, the woman