Feng Changdong had a fair idea of Pei Ling's temperament. It was already something that Pei Ling had followed them this far without trouble. Though Pei Ling was the strongest among them, no one would feel at ease with him leading the group—well, except Qiao Ranran.
These days, Qiao Ranran would side with Pei Ling without a shred of principle. Feng Changdong knew that perfectly well. But knowing she was right behind him, not far from his side, alive and well, he felt he ought to be content.
Guai Guai had not woken yet, so Qiao Ranran was without her doggy ride and missed him a little. Luojia Trees filled the Demon Glow Forest. Their leaves, red as sunset clouds, spread across the sky, only to be broken into fragments by pale blue-white trunks and branches.
They looked like sunset clouds shrouded in Demon Aura. That was how the forest had earned its name.
There were plenty of Demon Beasts around the forest's outskirts. The Demon Race looked down on Demon Beasts and considered it a grave insult to be lumped together with them. Still, they did not mind keeping a ring of Demon Beasts around their territory to guard it. Besides, they had to eat.
Unlike human Cultivators, who preferred to absorb Spiritual Qi from Heaven and Earth after advancing and had little appetite for food, the Demon Race loved to eat. The taste of Spiritual Power in flesh and blood enthralled them, and swallowing Demon Cores or Beast Cores whole was simpler still.
Human Cultivators could not draw Spiritual Power directly from Demon Cores or Beast Cores because the cores held an overwhelming ferocity. The Demon Race, however, could swallow them and turn all that power to their own use. In that respect, they were much like the