By the time morning light filled the little courtyard, Lin Chen was already far away.
He had told Cai'er it would take three days. As he saw it, handling this matter would not take that long.
But he wanted to leave himself some time to explore Demon Race territory and see with his own eyes how a people exiled for six thousand years lived.
He took a single step and appeared high in the sky. As he spread out his divine sense as the Creator God, every thread of law governing the Holy Demon Continent came into sharp focus.
Human Race lands, Demon Race territory, the aura of the Six Great Temples' spiritual furnaces, the locations of the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars—all of it lay before him like an unfolded map.
He did not hurry down. First, he concealed his aura, took on the appearance of an ordinary traveler, and walked through the towns along the Demon Race border.
Unlike what he had imagined, the Demon Race people here were not fearsome.
Outside a Demon Race shop, the woman who owned it was teaching her young daughter to read the marks on a scale. The little girl stood on tiptoe but could not work it out. In her frustration, a pair of soft, wing-shaped horns popped out beside the tips of her ears.
The shopkeeper laughed and pinched her daughter's cheek. An elderly Demon Race man sat on a doorstep, basking in the sun, while several children nearby chased a three-tailed lizard they kept as a pet.
At dusk, cooking smoke rose from every home. The air filled with the smell of food that was far from refined but warm and comforting.
Lin Chen walked slowly and watched closely.
He knew these people only looked different from the Human Race.