Central Province, Mayfly Ravine.
Dappled sunlight fell like scattered gold over an open stretch of green river, willow branches trailing onto its surface.
Tiny flying insects drifted over the river like falling snow.
Winter Melon had undergone a complete transformation since before.
Her cultivation stood at the Spirit Transformation peak, and her right arm now bore an origin mark directly belonging to Xu Linglong.
It signified that Winter Melon, whose cultivation was still somewhat lacking, had become a trusted favorite of the Heavenly Demon Xu Linglong.
The Devil Race admired the strong, and also those who could climb into the favor of the strong.
Winter Melon surveyed her brand-new band of subordinates with a sharp, seemingly spirited gaze.
Nascent Soul Cultivators were everywhere, and Golden Core cultivators came by the handful.
There were even two Spirit Transformation demonic cultivators.
Though there were also quite a few little Foundation Establishment weaklings, at least they obeyed orders.
Sure enough, the higher she climbed in cultivation, the more her teammates changed from pigs that could walk into normal people.
At least Winter Melon found them very easy to command.
Though it was not as relaxed and effortless as things had been with Cui Hao, at least it was far more sincere than with Cui Hao.
In that entire team, it had seemed as though everyone apart from herself and Watermelon belonged to Cui Hao.
That was hardly being the boss. She had clearly been an actor pushed onto the stage to play the clown.
Here, though she had more matters to handle and more to think about, at least the people under her really were hers.
Though the pressure was greater too, and she needed to report directly to Xu Linglong.
At least life was much better than before.
Back then, she was