"Master..."
The red snow tainted by the Path of Withering fell thick and fast. The Venerable Ling, having lost an arm, finally could not hold on any longer and collapsed upon seeing the figure approach.
The Dead Phoenix caught the Venerable Ling, a trace of heartache flickering in her eyes.
Within the Demon Country, although the internal massacres were fierce, resembling a vast Cultivation Field.
Yet, once the Great Demons took human form, they too would give rise to emotions—
Those Great Demons truly able to hold a place within the Heavenly Phoenix Palace were of noble bloodline, extremely rare existences with ancient bloodlines shared among kin, resulting in deeply profound affections due to their scarcity.
This is why Ci Jing treated Jiang Huang like a sister.
The Demon Country carried on its heritage through blood.
Kin are bound by blood.
