The Great Luo Dao Net Weaves a Miasma of Demons

The instant Yang Wangji's face went deathly gray and he froze in place, Liu Dongqing's expression broke into a decidedly unkind smile.

In truth, Liu Dongqing also felt that his words and actions had been rather too mischievous.

At the heart of it all,

ever since Zhuang Wanqing had opened his eyes,

once he clearly understood that his break with the Illuminating Truth, Upholding Clarity Dao Lord was imminent, and that he would soon cease to be a member of the Innate Sacred Sect altogether,

Liu Dongqing himself had only belatedly realized that his thoughts had grown livelier because of it.

He was no longer the Mystic Yang Old Devil of old, with nothing but imperious brutality on one side and layer upon layer of dark, treacherous thoughts on the other.

Facing Lu Congji, he had begun to sigh in a way he rarely had before, with a deep sense of all the years that had passed.

Facing Hu Shangzhi, he had begun to feel hopeful, and beneath his gentle tone lay a calm readiness to take things as they came.

He could even

face an opponent like Yang Wangji, who had clashed fiercely with him time and again, and use the subtlest means to wring from him precisely the grief that delighted him most.

All of this pointed to one thing—

merely realizing that he was about to leave the Innate Sacred Sect had, without his noticing, enriched Liu Dongqing's emotions and desires. He seemed more like a normal person, less driven to extremes.

Looked at from the other direction,

Liu Dongqing seemed to have fought and bled his way free of one shackle after another imposed by the aristocratic clans.

It seemed he had won freedoms and breathing room denied even to many clan heads, and escaped the