The Demon King's Maid, Song Wanbai

His voice was heavy. "That man killed himself thirty years ago."

The Demon King's Maid, Song Wanbai

He had put the man out of his mind long ago. Only when Li Zi brought him up did more details come back to him.

The man was a Rogue Cultivator. Outside the competition, he was quiet and rarely interacted with anyone.

He had almost forgotten the man's face. But his eyes had been like those of a savage beast from the Primordial Wilderness, raised on human blood. Even now, the memory made his hair stand on end.

The First Elder poured him another cup of wine and sighed softly.

"Your Cultivation hasn't improved in all these years. Is it because this became your Heart Demon? The Former Sect Master mentioned it back then, too. I wanted to talk it through with you, but you stubborn gourd, you wouldn't say a word."

The Sect Master smiled bitterly. "How could I admit something like that..."

His Heart Demon had taken root because a man whose Cultivation was slightly lower than his had frightened him with a single look.

After that day, he had seen himself as weak and useless, and had even sunk into despair for a time.

If his Master had not died so suddenly and dropped the burden of Sect Master squarely on his shoulders, he might not have accepted the position at all.

The First Elder set down his wine cup and said gravely, "Senior Brother, we've fought the Devil Race before. Do you remember what I was like the first time I faced them? I nearly wet my pants."

He laughed at himself. "The system was right. The Devil Race grow up steeped in blood, eating raw meat and drinking human blood. Anyone seeing that blood-soaked Baleful Intent around them