Unbelievable. She was probably one of Supreme Yin Palace's top prodigies, an existence on par with the prodigies of the three sects.
More importantly, the aura of time around her was not pronounced. Unlike Dragonblood Pangolin, who looked young and vigorous but had actually lived for several hundred years, she was likely only around twenty.
Twenty years old—in the mortal world, that was undoubtedly adulthood.
But in the cultivation world, calling her a suckling babe would not be an exaggeration. At such an age, to give Li Su such a strong impression—her talent spoke for itself.
And one had to know, demonic cultivators generally had issues of one sort or another, whether with their cultivation methods or their state of mind.
Yet she had none. The girl's aura was incomparably heavy, like an abyss—not only immensely powerful, but immensely solid.
If he had to describe it, the disciples of Hundred Demons Palace were demonic cultivators, while this girl was the demonic path incarnate by nature.
Her constitution was likely innately incomparably compatible with the demonic path. Cultivating brought her not the slightest side effect; instead, she achieved twice the result with half the effort, as naturally as drinking water.
And that was not all. He had not noticed while she remained silent, but the girl had actually been sitting on Dragonblood Pangolin's back all along. Only when she spoke did people become aware of her and notice her.
This should have been some kind of demonic cultivation technique—and an exceptionally high-grade one at that.
Yet once she was discovered, she became entirely different.
She was like a burning black sun, impossible to look away from, drawing one's gaze toward her without cease.
The instant one saw her, every cell in one's body could not help but sound a warning of