Once inside the carriage, Li Jing took her seat.
Ye Piaoran and Han Youran, with their own consciousness, stood behind her.
The next entity they were about to face was the Demon Taoist God Emperor.
In front of him, they were merely juniors among juniors, not qualified to sit together with him.
Bai Qian came into the carriage after the three of them, humbly serving tea to Li Jing in the manner of a junior, and filling a cup for her, then gracefully took a seat.
This demeanour.
At first glance, it might seem pretentious.
But Li Jing knew well.
Bai Qian truly saw herself as a senior demon race, giving her due respect.
In terms of mentality.
The Demon Race had always been superior to the Human Race.
Nothing is as complicated as the human heart.
On the other hand, the mentality of the Demon Race was usually much simpler.
People are divided into good and evil.
So it is with the demons.
The difference is.
Humans know how to disguise.
