After hearing Silver Moon Wolf King's words, Wei Yixiao's expression did not budge. His ashen face seemed cast from iron, betraying not the slightest joy or anger.
Yet his heart churned like a pot of boiling water, unable to find peace.
After all, from beginning to end, he had been nothing more than a pawn in someone else's hand.
Ever since he could remember, the words "half-demon" had been pressed against him like a branding iron.
His father belonged to the Heavenly Bat Demon Race, and his mother to the Southern Borderlands' Gu Tribe, yet neither side had ever treated him as one of their own. They merely picked him up when they needed him, then tossed him aside when they were done.
These two great powers had only ever used him.
He recalled how much humiliation he had suffered years ago because of his half-demon birth.
Until that year, when he was still a youth, his Master had happened to pass by and taken him as a disciple.
Only then had he enjoyed the happiest sixty years of his life.
But those good days had not lasted. A Golden Core cultivator had suddenly come hunting him, and he had fled for his life. Only later had he learned that the cultivator was actually being commanded and controlled by the Gu Tribe.
The Gu Tribe had then pretended to rescue him. Outwardly, it had been a kindness; in secret, they had sent him into the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Kingdom as an inside agent. That journey had led to more than three hundred years of intrigue and betrayal.
More than three hundred years.
Wei Yixiao's heart suddenly became as still as water.
For over three hundred years in the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Kingdom, every step he took had been