Li Fan's brows furrowed tightly. He closed and opened the bone fan in his hand repeatedly—the thin, cicada wing-like bone pieces emitting a sweet fragrance. Illuminated by the morning light, one could faintly see vein-like patterns on the surface of the fan.
Eating humans...
Thinking about it, the first time he lost balance in his Daoist heart, he almost devoured the wine attendant and the bones in his embrace. Hadn't that old demon avidly consumed humans as well? Indeed, merely gnawing on pigs, cattle, and sheep couldn't satisfy the appetite of the formidable Four Fierceness—could it...
Li Fan shook his head and tucked the fan into his waistband.
Perhaps he should cease cultivating the Qiongqi Dao body; otherwise, sooner or later, he'd become a man-eating fiend like the Qingyang old demon. Although it's a pity to lose out on the seven attributes of the fan, it's better to use it as a tool to counteract negative effects.
