"Chief, something's wrong." Following behind Ling Zhao was a middle-aged man named Liu Yong. He was experienced, his expression grave, and one hand rested on the hilt of the blade at his waist. "This demonic aura... It's far too overbearing, and it's terrifyingly pure. There's not a trace of impurity in it. It doesn't seem like a newly born little demon. It's more like... some ancient monster that's been sleeping has awoken."
Ling Zhao furrowed his brow slightly, but didn't stop walking.
"Old Liu, you're worrying too much." Another young team member, Zhao Kang, scoffed. "The file says it clearly: some ordinary person wandered into the wrong place and performed a pathetic Demon Summoning Ritual. How much trouble could he possibly cause? I bet he just got lucky and found some demonic artifact, which made his power surge. Once Chief makes a move, no matter what kind of monster he is, one sword strike will purify him!"
Ling Zhao said nothing, which counted as tacit agreement with Zhao Kang.
He admitted that this demonic aura was a little strange, but his confidence was built on countless victories against demons and monsters. The Demon Suppressing Division's Vast Righteous Qi Art was the natural bane of all evil beings. No matter how powerful they were, against an opposing attribute, they were no more than clay chickens and paper dogs.
They passed through the last thicket, and the view opened up before them.
A ruined, ancient altar appeared before their eyes.
Then they saw the person.
A young man in ordinary cloth clothes sat casually on the altar's ruins, one leg swinging restlessly. He seemed to have noticed them long ago. An indescribable smile played on his face as his calm gaze swept over each of them, as if he were looking at