On Mystic Lotus Island, Lin Changsheng was in his private cultivation chamber, wholly absorbed in the ritual refinement of a low-grade spirit artifact-the Spirit-Catching Net.
Spiritual power surged and light flickered within the chamber. Fine beads of sweat covered Lin Changsheng's forehead as his hands continuously formed complex seals and he muttered incantations.
Recalling his last expedition to hunt an early second tier Ice Crab filled him with frustration. The demon beast should have been in the bag, yet it had escaped his painstakingly laid trap at the critical moment.
The matter was like a thorn in his side, leaving him deeply displeased.
He was the first deputy branch master of the Demon Lotus Sect's Canglang Branch, foremost among its three Blood Sun Devil Envoys, and his master Qing Chen's most capable subordinate and most loyal hunting hound.
Such a failure had utterly stripped him of face.
"I never imagined the Demon Lotus Sect would come this far! Following Master truly is a broad road to prosperity!"
Lin Changsheng murmured to himself, his voice full of feeling.
Once, he had believed that although his master Qing Chen possessed extraordinary strength, even his most generous estimate placed him at pseudo-core combat strength at most.
But the scene more than two years ago had completely overturned his understanding.
At the time, he had only recently reached foundation establishment and was still nurturing his low-grade spirit artifact, the Thousand-Soul Banner.
Suddenly, a body cultivator clad head to toe in heavy armor, his figure towering like a mountain, had appeared quietly following behind Qing Chen.
Beneath his mask, his eyes faintly glowed an eerie red.
The golden core pressure emanating from him had crashed into Lin Changsheng like a tangible tide, leaving him rooted to the spot in shock.
Qing Chen's voice had sounded