Meng Qi shook his head, deciding not to bother with them, and continued cultivating the Golden Bell Shield. In any case, it had nothing to do with him.
After an unknown amount of time, Meng Qi once again heard footsteps approaching from afar. Realizing that Zhen Chang and the others had returned, he opened his eyes and looked over, curious about what the escaped demon from the Cui Family looked like.
Behind the four of them followed a burly man with unsteady steps. His long hair hung loose, covering his face, and there was not the slightest trace of anything related to a demon on him.
Even after a demon transforms, it's impossible to spot any flaws. How am I supposed to identify them in the future...? Meng Qi thought worriedly. But he immediately let the thought go. The Demon Race had an ancient history and formidable strength, yet humanity now occupied the mainstream. Their predecessors must have left behind abundant experience in dealing with them.
When they passed Meng Qi again, Xuanku, Zhen Chang, and the middle-aged man from the Cui Family paid him no attention. After all, he was not cultivating anything strange or unusual.
The young man, whose childishness had not yet entirely faded, deliberately slowed his steps and moved toward the outside of Cold Turtle's cell, wanting to observe the untransformed demon carefully.
He was extremely curious about this. He had been searching for an opportunity all along, but he knew that most of the demons suppressed here possessed terrifying strength. If he approached rashly, he could easily be injured by the contamination of their aura. Thus, he had ultimately chosen Fire Cuckoo and Cold Turtle.
Even a young Little Monk with low cultivation could cultivate outside their cells. This showed that they were certainly not