——Oh, impressive, Da Chen even has a Demon Division? How come I wasn't aware of that?
Hearing the Six-Tusked White Boar proclaim itself as 'Snow Climbing Tooth,' An Jing couldn't help but feel emotional: "The names of these demon spirits are so cultured, I'm afraid they might be more educated than me."
But he knew that it was normal for him not to know.
After all, his An Family wasn't any major figure, just a chief of a plain's village with a lineage of martial meridian prowess.
His ancestors were probably killed in one move by the likes of this mountain master—likely not even as powerful as he was now—how could they possibly know the vast and star-like organizational categories of Da Chen?
Moreover, if you think about it carefully, within the territory of Da Chen, with so many mountains and rivers, and so many demon spirits and demon folk, folk tales also tell of various demon spirits that transform into human form and live among the cities.
