Senior, Give Me a Chance! White Cloud Ridge, Flying Tiger Mountain, inside a concealed yet remarkably spacious cave.
"Is everyone here?"
The Demon King of White Cloud Ridge was a Tiger Demon blind in one eye.
The Demon Race in this region basically obeyed his commands and respectfully called him Tiger Boss.
The title Demon King here was merely a designation, not the same concept as the Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness.
Tiger Boss's cultivation was only at the Soul Tempering Realm.
Tiger Boss swept his single eye across the cave and saw that all the major Demon Race factions active in White Cloud Ridge had arrived.
There were snakes, oxen, and wild boars.
"Word has come from the county. We all need to lie low lately; a Patrol Inspector has arrived from the commandery."
The Ox Demon leader was dismissive.
"What Patrol Inspector? Haven't they always just gone through the motions and put on a show? Those officials are pampered and delicate. Asking them to enter the mountains would make them miserable, wouldn't it, everyone?"
The demons burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was exceedingly lively.
Tiger Boss said solemnly, "The one in the county said this Patrol Inspector is different. This fellow called Zhang Miao handles matters with meticulous care. He will not overlook a single corner of White Cloud County!"
The laughter in the cave dwindled considerably.
A Patrol Inspector sent down from the commandery had to be at least in the Golden Body Realm in Martial Dao cultivation.
The demons entrenched in White Cloud Ridge were no match for him.
Tiger Boss stood up and fiddled with the armrest of his stone chair, turning it left, then right. It looked rather complicated.
"Rumble..."
Part of the cave wall opened, revealing a pitch-black and unfathomably deep