Old Acquaintance

Shami swept its gaze around, its dark golden pupils radiating suppressed brutality. At that moment, it was like a powder keg that could be ignited at any time, yet beneath its fury seemed to lurk a trace of wariness deep in its eyes.

Clearly, it sensed a threat from the Spirit Heavenly King.

Though it had lost its freedom over the years and remained sealed inside the Spirit Medium, it knew the man before it. They had met once before.

Although the other party's appearance had changed drastically—so much so that he seemed like an entirely different person—his aura was familiar.

To demonic beasts, an aura was far more reliable than physical appearance.

The aura of a person's life rarely underwent major changes.

"So, that little brat from back then is the so-called Spirit Heavenly King?"

Shami's voice was somewhat shrill. Though it sounded like a question, its tone was already certain.

They had met once fifty years ago, when its host had not yet been Hong Yi.

And the Spirit Heavenly King before it had still been a scrawny fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy.

Nothing more than a lowly, pitiful blood slave.

If it remembered correctly, there had been three blood slaves like him.

So-called blood slaves were actually candidates to become Spirit Mediums.

To ensure the sealing ritual succeeded, several such candidates would be prepared.

After failing in the competition, Spirit Medium candidates became blood slaves—beings who supplied blood for the Spirit Medium to seal demonic beasts. Their lives were even more miserable than those of slaves.

As for how a blood slave had transformed into a Spirit Medium, even it did not know.

"Yes, it has been fifty years, hasn't it? You still haven't changed much, while I've already grown old." The Spirit Heavenly King looked at Shami