Whenever they met the Supreme Demon Lord, they always ended up arguing. Xiaoling didn't want to hinder Weisheng's training in any way. So, they closed the topic and went to the courtyard to start the first step of training.
"Alright, Weisheng," Xiaoling stood before him in the courtyard, "Empty your mind. I'm going to teach you the basics of Demonic Cultivation. You can do it even with damaged Spiritual Roots, so rest assured. Learn well, and I'll reward you. Slack off, and I'll throw you in the Underworld. Clear?"
Weisheng coughed, "Why does it have to be the Underworld?"
Xiaoling shrugged, "Maybe I subconsciously want you to see if the Supreme Demon Lord is intact in his seals."
"You're making jokes about him again…" Weisheng warned her indirectly.
Xiaoling cleared her throat nervously, "Alright, alright. Let's get down to business, shall we?"
