On a steep, perilous mountain peak, several cultivators sat around a table, engrossed in a lively conversation.
"Hey! Have you heard? They caught the culprit behind the massacres of the Six Household, the Zhang Household, and the Lin Family," a short, plump middle-aged cultivator said.
"They really caught him?" a cultivator dressed as a scholar asked in surprise.
"Hey, you really haven't heard?" another middle-aged cultivator asked, puzzled. "The news has spread all over the Liang Kingdom!"
"Oh? Believe it or not, I've been in seclusion lately, cultivating a Divine Ability. I only came out a few days ago, and I came to find you fellow Daoists as soon as I did," the scholar said, looking a little embarrassed. Then he asked curiously, "Who was the culprit? Was it really a Demonic Path cultivator?"
"Oh, no wonder we haven't heard from you lately! Judging by your aura, your Divine Ability seems to have improved considerably," the plump cultivator praised. Then he continued, "You won't believe this-the culprit wasn't even a cultivator, much less a Demonic Path cultivator. Guess what he was!"
"What was he?" The scholar's interest was piqued, and he hurried to ask.
"A member of the Devil Race-from the Demon Realm," the plump cultivator said gravely.
"Really, the Devil Race?" the scholar exclaimed. Every Immortal Cultivator had heard the legends of the great war between the Devil Race and the cultivators of the Human Realm so often that they were sick of them, but none had ever seen an actual member of the Devil Race.
"It's true. And supposedly, he wasn't an ordinary member of the Devil Race, either. He was quite a high-ranking Demon Commander," the other middle-aged cultivator interjected.
"So there really are Demon Commanders of the Devil Race?" the scholar exclaimed. Then he asked, "Who