Half an hour of discussion passed like a cloud passing through the dark skies. Han Li had the patience of a turtle when he had to be patient, and thus, he calmly spoke about the intriguing things of the Demon World. Like a young girl trapped in the hymn of storytellers, Hua Yu grew entranced.
Like all cultivators, she was also a person who wished to learn of the Dao. Who else to know more of it than the Sacred Demons? A Demon World?
What was a Demon World?
It supposedly roamed above the skies like a star. If she flew high enough, can she see it?
She was a Power Born; she could fly, after all. Yet, after learning more about it, she understood it was a place riddled with traps and set-ups of the Sacred Demon, where Sacred Talent cultivators all arrived to fight in a trial. All of that made her contemplative. The world's order would shift, and heroic youngsters would rise in the hundreds.
