My mother once said.
The Human Race is detestable because they once betrayed the Divine Beings they believed in.
Demon Fiends are born to be enemies of the Human Race.
'I don't think that's entirely true.'
On the long path of Cultivation, I've met many people with chivalrous hearts who cared for the common folk. Some were scholars prepared to die for their cause, some were heroic Sword Cultivators, and others were Defenders stationed at the Great Wall.
'I only hope that when I end their lives, they don't suffer too much.'
'And that I can grant them the respect they deserve.'
But the humans of the Central Plains World don't seem to see it that way.
They call me—Demoness.
'After a while, the title has become rather intimidating.'
In the cold, damp dungeon.
Shackled by her hands and feet, Witch Palace Language watched Sui Yuqing leave. In those eyes, which belonged to Qi Muxue, lingered an indescribable emotion, a sense of reminiscence.
