The man stood up, his hands clasped behind his back.
Wei Zhao Xu Ji, one of the Five Ancient God Beasts, had divided his body into three human forms.
Using the arts of law, Wei Zhao Xu Ji had completely severed the connection between the three human forms and Malice.
In a sense, Wei Zhao Xu Ji was already dead.
And the three human forms were the continuation of his life.
This man was unmistakably one of those three forms.
But an independent human form could hardly blend into the human world. He needed a background, connections.
More importantly, Ancient God Beasts lacked the Human Race's ways of thinking and logic.
It was like humans not understanding how ants behaved.
So this human form devoured Zhang Xing, the current head of the Zhang Family.
And the one who helped him was the Zhang Family's Eighth Order ancestor.
Only after devouring Zhang Xing's body and memories did he gradually come to understand human habits.
Only now did he understand that the Human Race needed food, clothing, and greetings.
Only now did he understand that humans looked down on one another, and that the Human Race could be even more devious than the Ancient God Beasts.
And just then.
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the door of the Training Room.
Zhang Xing waved one hand, and the door opened. A man in white entered and gently closed it behind him.
The man in white had a face as handsome as carved jade and eyes bright as stars. His figure was straight and elegant as a jade tree.
He looked extremely young, but was in fact Zhang Wang, the Zhang Family's Eighth Order ancestor, already more than a thousand years old.
Zhang Wang looked at Zhang Xing, a trace of apprehension flashing