Though he complained inwardly, Li Ping'an immediately bowed in respect.
As a disciple of the Wanyun Sect, he was extremely grateful to Yun Zhongzi for extending a helping hand to the Human Race.
Throughout the conversation, Yun Zhongzi, being a spirit of Innate origins, referred to the Demon Race as "those demon creatures," taking an unmistakably clear stance.
Li Ping'an was just about to ask what the added test would be,
when Yun Zhongzi gently shook his horsetail whisk and said softly, "Go."
The fog rose again, and the scenery changed.
Li Ping'an closed his eyes, then opened them to find a wall blocking his view, while a cacophony of men's and women's screams filled his ears.
"The king has fainted! Quickly, call a great doctor!"
"Protect the king! Protect the king!"
"These damned demons, why do so many of them suddenly appear? Who knows if the Immortals can hold them off? Could our Immortal Dynasty have invoked divine wrath?"
