The jade rabbit sank in the west as the golden crow rose in the east. An entire night passed in the blink of an eye.
As Daimon Qianmian's spirit completely dissipated, his life experiences were fully absorbed by Wang Xiu—including his childhood, his past, and his tragic life. His social relationships with the other protectors and Elders within the Devil Cult Ghost King Sect, and even the positions he adopted when submitting tasks to the Red Enchanting Snake Princess…
Ahem~
The topic has drifted. Things like positions were completely unimportant.
In any case, Wang Xiu now had a complete understanding of Daimon Qianmian's life, and he could begin to set many plans in motion.
"Master…"
Just as Wang Xiu took out Daimon Qianmian's command token, preparing to make his move, the Mingxue Executioner Sword behind him suddenly let out a gentle hum. The blade turned red-hot, emitting streams of white steam.
