Zhang Yang's words left Cang Song speechless.
Cang Song had been obsessed with revenge, and Zhang Yang was taking him to get that revenge.
Yet Cang Song cultivated the Slaughter Dao...
Even stranger, he was terrified of the Demon Lord!
It had to be said—he truly was a bundle of contradictions.
"Old Daoist, it's settled, then. I'll come find you when the time comes!" Zhang Yang told Cang Song without giving him any room to object. "Oh, right. Once we get to the Demon Realm, you'll need to show me your fish-stewing skills. I've already reserved a position for you—the chief divine chef of Food City!"
Everyone present was utterly dumbfounded.
Food City?
What kind of place was that?
They were making a Divine King become a cook?
Cang Song, on the other hand, did not seem particularly concerned. He asked, "Is there anything to eat?"
"You'll know once you get there!" Zhang Yang said with a grin. "Old Daoist, although you attained the King Dao Realm in the God Realm, your path to the Emperor Dao Realm can truly only succeed in the Demon Realm."
At that point, Zhang Yang's expression turned solemn. He slowly said, "But I hope you understand one thing: what are you killing for?
I once said that when a blade is held in a butcher's hand, it is a tool for taking life; in a chef's hand, it is a tool for creating delicious dishes; in a farmer's hand, it is a harvesting tool.
Old Daoist, before you 'kill,' you must first understand why you kill!
Otherwise...
Among the Void Predators, there is a Great Emperor Realm expert known as Slaughter. In the end, you may very well become him.
But if you understand why you kill, then the blade in your hand will