At that moment, Jiang Man was still listening to Old Yellow Ox tell a story.
After all these years of making things up, Zhao Tiankuo had finally produced a story.
They had been looking forward to it for a long time.
Old Yellow Ox flicked his tail idly, chewing grass, with blades still hanging from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.
Jiang Man sat at the table beside him, drinking tea and listening attentively.
Afterward, he more or less understood the story.
Zhao Tiankuo's idea was to have Old Yellow Ox awaken his innate memories.
He would then use his own knowledge to get Jiang Man to act.
That would make it seem as though Jiang Man himself wanted to do it, so he would neither resist nor put in halfhearted effort.
"In his account, the Demon Race has a son of the Demon Lord living among the common folk. He is the future Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, and his figure can be seen at the ultimate source of all demons' bloodlines." Old Yellow Ox finished chewing his last blade of grass, raised his head to look at Jiang Man, and continued, "Now he wants me to tell you that I've seen this figure, the future Lord of Ten Thousand Demons. Find him and bring him back, and you'll receive tremendous benefits from the Demon Race.
"The Demon Race's gratitude, and the friendship of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons.
"Besides, he has a special constitution. With him at your side, your cultivation speed can double."
Jiang Man was a little surprised. "Double my cultivation speed? Is that true?"
"No," Old Yellow Ox answered honestly. After a pause, he tugged up some more grass and held it in his mouth before continuing, "A true Lord of Ten