But unfortunately.
The Demon Monarch was long gone.
He had become a part of Yang Mo.
Although he didn't consider himself the same person as the Demon Monarch, this was a fact he had to acknowledge.
In other words,
he couldn't even find his enemy to get revenge!
"CREAK!"
Yang Mo pushed open the back gate to his home and tiptoed back to his bedroom, afraid of waking his sleeping parents.
This soul-deep fear filled him with an intense self-loathing.
It was the same kind of self-loathing that made him reflexively want to cover his head.
He despised this feeling of cowering in fear.
Back in his room,
he burrowed under the covers.
The quilt was thick and soft.
Yet he felt as if he were lying in an ice cellar.
Zhao Ci's words and the Self-Reflection Pill had originally rekindled his hope.
But now,
his heart was filled with nothing but helplessness and terror.
