In the Demon Clan, strength reigns supreme, with a more blatant survival of the fittest compared to the Human Race; lower-ranked demons almost dare not resist higher-ranked ones.
Of course, this might also be the reason the Golden Pig Demon chose it.
The Mouse Demon shuffled its steps, approached a black treasure lotus with a mournful expression.
It extended a small paw, under the stern, icy, mocking gazes of other demons at the scene, tore off a petal, hesitated, unsure whether to swallow it.
Yet, after merely five breaths, the petal quickly withered, decayed, and finally disintegrated into powder, dissipating into the air.
"This thing truly cannot be away from its growing place for too long," commented the Fei Demon with a nod, then its tone turned cold, "Waste another, and I'll turn you, you foolish mouse, into fertilizer for this treasure lotus!"
