Sikong sneered softly, his eyes revealing a tinge of profound sorrow and tartness.
"Our blood within our bones will no longer flow vibrantly like that of humans, and the heart beneath our chest will remain forever barren. In the end, the soul within this body merely exists by relying on the instinct to thirst for blood."
He chuckled lightly, "I've spent long and uninteresting eons in loneliness, yet I find myself strangely stirred by a single sentence from that little girl of the Nine Classics."
His fingertips gently stroked the edge of the wine cup, the crimson liquid reflecting his blood-red pupils.
"In this world, no one laments that corpse demons cannot savor the myriad flavors of the Mortal World. Humans only spurn corpse demons for being born of blood, for feeding on humans.
