"Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, have you come to meet your master?" Wu Liang asked.
The "master" he spoke of was naturally the Void Demon that had supposedly entered into a contract with Song Wen, except that this Void Demon did not exist at all.
"Indeed," Song Wen said. "I have never paid my respects to my master before. I know nothing of my master's temperament, nor what tasks I will be given."
"You need not worry too much. Though the Void Race sees the Human Race as mere food, they still regard us Evil Spirit Cultivators as their own and will not kill us lightly." Wu Liang actually offered him reassurance.
"Thank you for your guidance, Fellow Daoist Wu Liang. I shall take my leave, then."
Song Wen cupped his hands and was about to depart.
"Gou Jun, wait." Wu Liang suddenly called him back.
Song Wen stopped and asked in puzzlement.
"Fellow Daoist Wu Liang, is there anything else you wish to tell me?"
"I would not presume to offer guidance," Wu Liang said. "But this is your first visit, so there are certain rules you probably do not understand."
"Rules?" Song Wen asked, confused. "Please explain, Fellow Daoist!"
"The Source-Qi Death Domain is barren, without any spiritual treasures that cultivators like us can use," Wu Liang said. "I am stationed here year-round, and the Void Race masters never bestow any cultivation resources upon me. Over time, an unwritten rule has emerged: every fellow cultivator who uses the Teleportation Array to come or go must give me some resources as compensation for my efforts."
Song Wen was slightly taken aback.
He had seen people demand benefits before, but never with such brazen self-righteousness.
Was this place truly so harsh and desolate?
Though inwardly contemptuous, Song Wen put on an