Under the banyan tree.
Yibai hid within, feeling a chill run down his spine from the information he had heard earlier.
He finally understood why demons rarely attacked people inside the county city; who would dare to provoke such forces?
In the county city, with constant patrolling and the City God presiding, even if one miraculously avoided the gaze of the Dharma Eye, to enter a person's home, one would still need to contend with the Door God.
Not to mention the immense suppression from the human aura and the sun.
A single slip could lead to capture, and that would be the end.
The risk was just too great.
Being a demon was difficult.
"Once the summer solstice is over, I shall leave," he said.
Yibai didn't want to stay in humans' territory for too long; it was far too dangerous.
He preferred the freedom he had experienced before, like in the deep pool.
Unbounded and free.
As long as no one disturbed him, that would be enough.
