"Your orders are successfully executed, Your Majesty Mureya."
A young and slightly pale Yaheng trailed a foul smelling winged demon corpse to the Demon Hunting Monument and looked up at the golden giant dragon perched on the crystal monument.
"Hmm!" The slightly ethereal figure of the golden dragon looked down condescendingly, responding coldly. This left Yaheng hoping for praise, disappointed.
"What should I praise you for?" The figure of the gold dragon became increasingly ethereal and leaned down, "You've been a member of the Demon Hunting Team for three years. You've experienced brutal combat but enjoyed the best cultivation resources. You've practiced the highest level breathing methods, the strongest combat techniques, and used the best equipment and weapons. You tell me, why would you lose to a demon at the same level? And why is your victory worthy of praise? Isn't it expected?"
