Zhu Qilan's recent outbreaks of Demonic Intention had been easily resolved by Lu Bei. It was good news, but his method was unorthodox, and served more as a quick fix than a cure.
The backlash came swiftly. The Demonic Intention surged violently and swiftly, surrounding her completely in a cloud of black fog before she could respond.
Alarmed at her dire state, Zhu Qilan paled and quickly sat cross-legged, invoking her martial arts technique to calm her mind.
This time, she didn't enlist Lu Bei's help. She wanted to overcome the crisis on her own.
Zhu Qilan didn't overestimate herself, she just underestimated the Demonic Intention. If it was easy to eliminate the possession of a demon, numerous cultivators would not have spent their whole lives battling it.
Murderous intent. Resentment. Hatred...
These waves of negative emotions proliferated at a horrifying speed, corroding her quickly. Unable to suppress them, Zhu Qilan glared resentfully at the root cause of it all.
