"I never experienced the recruitment of disciples by the Demon Sect because it was destroyed fifty thousand years ago, and its legacy was lost. Otherwise, with my talent, becoming a disciple of the Demon Sect would have been an easy feat!"
The Old Man Ding said coldly.
Lin Bai sneered, "Is that so? Last year at the Nine Heavens Primordial Ancestor Mountain, talents gathered, with figures like Yin Jiuling, the Heavenly Remnant Demon Devil Monarch, and the Pale Old Strange Man — all extraordinary beings. Why did the Demon Sect choose me instead of them?"
"Old Man Ding, do you think your talent surpasses Yin Jiuling's? Surpasses the Heavenly Remnant Demon Devil Monarch's? Surpasses the Pale Old Strange Man's?"
Lin Bai sneered as he spoke.
Old Man Ding glanced at Yin Jiuling and the others, fully aware that their talent and potential far exceeded his own!
