Sha Qianmo's Good Intentions

Just as Sha Qianmo was growing irritated by the voices of the Demonic Beasts below, Shan Chunqiu stepped forward:

"Silence! How could the likes of you comprehend the Demon Lord's painstaking intentions?"

Hearing those righteous, indignant, grief-stricken words, the Demonic Beasts were all stunned.

Compared to Sha Qianmo, the Demon Lord who had always done as he pleased, Shan Chunqiu, his protector, had indeed devoted himself wholeheartedly to contributing to the Demon Lord's grand cause—though the Demon Lord himself was not particularly interested in that so-called grand cause.

No matter what, when it came to serious matters concerning the Seven Killings, Shan Chunqiu was actually considered more reliable than Sha Qianmo in the eyes of the Demonic Beasts.

Since Protector Shan had said so, could it be... that they had truly misunderstood the Demon Lord?

For a moment, the Demonic Beasts, who had all been wearing mournful expressions, froze in place. Their faces had not even had time to change. A few who had been crying out abruptly stopped midway and choked themselves into hiccups.

On the lavish throne above, Sha Qianmo wore a subtle expression.

His... painstaking intentions?

He merely wanted to see whether he could get his hands on the Flower Wandering Sect's cultivation techniques. If that did not work, he would at least get more of the sect's fragrances, including that divine incense, so he could change scents every day and smell wonderful wherever he went.

Of course, aside from that, he also now wanted to exchange a few moves with Immortal Li Hen.

What painstaking intentions did he have?

Yet Shan Chunqiu did not notice the change in Sha Qianmo's expression at all. After all, he stood before the Demonic Beasts, facing them with his back to Sha Qianmo.

"The Flower Wandering Sect has only just