```"Indeed, it's you, isn't it?"
In the dark space, an unidentified black liquid flowed everywhere, like ink, but stickier than ink.
Ao Zhen walked in it, her mere movement causing the viscous liquid to retreat as if it were alive, yet it didn't recede far, always surrounding this woman, both fearful and eager to approach.
"Mother and Child Ghost Temples... How disgusting!" Ao Zhen's voice carried a chilling disgust mingled with genuine emotion.
"Quite incomprehensible," came the Empress's voice out of the darkness, ethereal and distant, "To you, shouldn't the Human Race be just like livestock? Why such a strong reaction?"
Ao Zhen belonged to the Dragon Clan and was one of the demons. When the Dragon Clan flourished, they required a million humans yearly for sacrifices. Not just the Dragon Palace but every demon power regarded the Human Race as cattle and dogs, after all, in this world... demons had too great an advantage.
