The Six Dao Saint Heir, humbly and respectfully prostrated on the ground.
There was no hint of the overbearing manner of the Six Dao Sect's Saint Heir who dominated the Diabolism of the Northern Plains, nor the spirited demeanor that once commanded the ever-changing scenarios of the Immortal Cultivation World of the Northern Plains.
It was as though he was naturally so, born lowly, aloyal and devoted servant.
"It seems,"
Jiang Ding sighed softly.
"Even within the Diabolism, the competition among the descendants of Yin's is brutally fierce."
One by one, so perceptive of the times, lacking any arrogance or wilfulness of the nobility's offspring, it made him want to put an end to their lives right there and then.
"The lord jests."
The Six Dao Saint Heir said with an apologetic smile, "Within the Demon Sect, fratricide and patricide are quite common; I was merely trying to protect myself, there was no other way."
