What should have been discarded, and what should never have been discarded—the young man had probably seen it all long ago.
The woman cast a mournful glance at the Mountain Lord before her and the Demon Ancestors gathered outside the hall. Then she slowly rose and turned toward the statue of Tianyan Sect's founding master behind her.
"Old man, the Human Race truly is the most remarkable race on this continent. Even though I've taken every cultivation manual for the Combining Dao Realm and above, along with the Dao Palace Stabilizer, into the Ten Thousand Demon Lair..."
"The Human Race still produces a genius like this from time to time. What a headache for Disciple!"
After speaking to herself, the woman suddenly produced three sticks of incense and carefully planted them in the incense burner beneath the statue.
"Old man, the sect's treasures have been stolen. By my reckoning, I count as half a disciple of the Tianyan Sect."
"Today, Disciple intends to carry out another purge. If you think my actions improper, please send down an Edict and say so!"
When she finished, the woman in thin silk did not act at once. She stood where she was until the three sticks of incense burned away completely. Only then did an enigmatic smile appear on her face.
"Since you haven't sent down an Edict to refuse my request, old man, I'll take that as your tacit consent!"
"In that case, Disciple accepts the order!"
The instant her words fell, the wisps of blue smoke rising from the three sticks of incense revealed a pale, chilling young face.
Aside from its pallor, the youthful face looked no different from an ordinary person's. Only a stroke of vermilion between its brows seemed profoundly strange.
The young man was naked, his body