'Just the Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation.'
The disciple on duty's loud laughter echoed from behind, grating on the ears in the desolate mountains.
On his way down the mountain, Xu Yunfan reflected on what he had seen and heard in the Primordial Sect over the past few days. He was beginning to understand why the outside world called the Primordial Sect a Demon Dao Sect.
This place didn't raise seekers of the Dao; it bred a pack of Demons with twisted personalities and shattered morals. They fed their Cultivation with the suffering of their sect-mates. Their law of survival was to harm others, even if it brought them no benefit. Betrayal and backstabbing were as common as breathing.
In a den of demons like this, the most unhinged were the ones who thrived.
But now that he had chosen this path, there was no turning back.
Xu Yunfan clenched his fists, his gaze firm as he looked toward the Joyful Courtyard in the northeast corner of Hundred Desires Peak.
