The many cultivators looked shocked and curious, their eyes gleaming as they stared fixedly at the man in strange attire.
Their gazes looked as though they wanted to swallow him whole.
"Evil is gone!"
"A person appeared?"
"Well, would you look at that! He can even talk!"
When the man in strange attire saw the cultivators' shocked, incredulous expressions, the corners of his mouth rose, and a smile filled his face.
For he saw envy, curiosity, and other such looks in their eyes.
He had enjoyed this feeling of being watched a long, long time ago.
But after a tiny little accident happened later, he had never enjoyed that feeling again.
Reliving that feeling now-it was wonderful.
Only... his smile soon froze.
"He even said he could reincarnate!"
"Do you go to the Underworld to reincarnate?"
"Can you keep your memories after reincarnating?"
"How do you know you'll reincarnate?"
"Is it some mysterious intuition? Or did someone tell you?"
The cultivators all talked over one another, asking questions without pause.
The expression of the man in strange attire froze. At a time like this, shouldn't you be seizing the chance to ask me how I became Evil, and how I retained a little intelligence and memory?
Then, if you encounter something like this in the future, you can follow the knowledge I teach you, imitate me, and cling to life!
But why are you asking about reincarnation?
Reincarnation isn't important!
Why can't you people grasp the main point?
He looked at the cultivators, utterly disappointed.
Finally, he turned to Wang Quan.
Wang Quan calmly watched the man in strange attire. He had experienced something like this once before, so he was quite composed.
The man was delighted. "Brother, thank you for your help!"
"Without you, even if I had broken