On his first visit to a Demon Clan city, Ning Ke discovered that the Demon Realm's architecture was remarkably unrestrained. Unlike the Human Clan's neat, square buildings, everything was crooked and twisted without quite collapsing. It was rather interesting.
If he had a camera, Ning Ke would have even wanted to stand beside that restaurant shaped suspiciously like a pile of poop and have someone take his picture.
When he entered the restaurant, the owner recognized him at once. His tiny eyes gleamed as he greeted him. "Lord Demon Venerable, we've reserved a private room upstairs. Please, take the seat of honor."
Ning Ke looked around, noticing everyone's gazes.
He realized that every last person was looking at him like a rabid fan.
It was fervent adoration.
It actually made him feel a little embarrassed.
Once they were seated, all the dishes were served.
The members of his harem gazed at him shyly, one coming over to toast him, another placing food on his plate.
Ning Ke wasn't the original owner of this body, but he had come to enjoy this lively atmosphere somewhat.
It was nothing like the terrifying loneliness before his death.
Now he had people by his side.
"If Your Lordship hadn't saved me back then, I would probably have died on Naku Mountain long ago."
"Me too. If Your Lordship hadn't fished me out of Lou Sea, how could I be drinking and having fun with you all now?"
"Our lord is truly beautiful and kindhearted. If anyone dares say a bad word about him, I'll be the first to object!"
"Exactly! There must have been more to his destruction of the Flowing Cloud Sect. They must have committed some terrible offense to make him act."
Listening to them, Ning Ke sipped his wine, lost in