"Seventh Sister, what are you looking at?"
It had been three days. Aside from formations and barriers, Dongfang Minghui had never seen Seventh Sister study anything so intently.
"Larkin's... autobiography." It was something like his diary. Perhaps to commemorate the first half of his life, Larkin had written a thick account of his experiences. For the first twenty-odd years, his life had been smooth sailing, as though all fortune had gathered around him. But after awakening his dark-type spiritual power, he had become lost and constantly uneasy. Trusting the wrong friend had led to him being hunted, and he had eventually fled to the Beast Tribe. He had lived among them for years, married, and had a child. Though his life had its regrets, his Beast Tribe wife and their daughter, born of a union between beast and human, had given him a happy, fulfilling life.
Later, the divisions within the Beast Tribe had continued, with countless minor battles. During one accident, his dark-type spiritual power had been exposed again while he was saving his daughter. Afterward, someone named Johnny had begun visiting uninvited. In Priest Larkin's autobiography, Johnny had taught him many things and helped him a great deal, always protecting his family of three when outsiders harassed them. Being saved so many times had gradually helped him forget his former friend's betrayal. Johnny had been especially fond of his daughter, constantly amusing her with little trinkets and making her laugh.
Life had seemed perfect. After he began cultivating the Bone-Hilt Nether Scroll, however, his strength had gradually increased, and both his temperament and appearance had changed considerably. Seeing his deathly pale face and altered features, he had put on a black robe to conceal the changes, unwilling to frighten his wife and daughters. Because of this, he had