Green Snake lay on a bed paved with Spirit Stones, looking rather languid on the outside.
In reality, however, she was cultivating very hard.
She knew the chances of being boiled into soup were slim-after all, if they had wanted to boil the egg, they would have done it long ago.
Still, cultivating more never hurt... after all, there was always that one chance in ten thousand.
Especially when the only two people currently in the Sect both seemed somewhat lacking in intelligence.
Green Snake curled her tail around some roast meat and stuffed it into her mouth.
By now, eating had long since become optional for her, but Ning Qianqian was a very good cook. It made a nice reward for herself between cultivation sessions.
With so few people, the Sect was quiet, and Ning Qianqian fulfilled practically every request she made regarding cultivation.
Green Snake had not been born ignorant. On the contrary, she had been able to sense the outside world while still inside the egg.
She also possessed innate memories and instincts. Although she had never seen many things, she could still understand them in broad terms.
Green Snake also understood that this ability existed only in extremely high-level demons-at least flood dragons or above.
She still did not know what kind of divine beast she was, and her mind held no knowledge of that either.
But a demon's life was a long road. Knowing she was powerful was enough.
Yet, for some unknown reason...
Even though Green Snake knew this Sect might not be reliable, and that she risked being boiled into snake soup, she had never thought of leaving.
That seemed to be a kind of instinct too...
Green Snake felt puzzled... *Could it be... that my ancestors got used to being kept in