South Sea Commandery, Red Scale City.
"Divine Lord, this city is called Red Scale City because the nearby coast teems with red scale fish. Every spring, great schools of red scale fish come to the shallows to spawn. Cast a net at random, and you can haul in several hundred jin of red scale fish...
"Three hundred years ago, the Flying Armor Sect Master fled with the sect's elite, leaving several million low-level cultivators trapped in Red Scale City. After the Three-Eyed Demon Monkey, the White-Headed Wolf Clan, and other Demon Race tribes breached the city, they ate every human within ten days. My entire clan of over five hundred became food. I alone escaped by sheer luck..."
A white-haired old man pointed at the great city ahead as he explained Red Scale City's history. Perhaps the memories had returned to him; his voice choked with sobs, and tears streamed down his aged face.
As he spoke, the old man abruptly dropped to his knees before Gao Xian. Prostrating himself fully, he wailed, "I beg the Divine Lord to avenge our human race! Should the Divine Lord have any command, this junior would not refuse even ten thousand deaths!"
"There is no need for this."
With a sweep of his sleeve, Gao Xian raised the white-haired old man. Looking solemnly at the great city of red earth piled along the coastline, he said, "Today, they will pay their blood debt in blood."
This mountain stood less than a hundred li from Red Scale City. The white-haired old man was merely at Foundation Establishment, yet he had dared observe the Demon Race in Red Scale City from this mountain. It was clear that he hated the Demon Race to the bone; only then could he face death without fear.
The history