The Saint of the demon sect!

In the desolate wilderness, a small city stood quietly.

The rain was pouring.

The Vermillion gate was tightly shut, and the vast mansion was crawling like a beast.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A thunderclap exploded in the sky, and the entire mansion seemed to shake.

In a remote courtyard, a teenager wearing a half-worn shirt suddenly woke up from his bed.

He panted heavily and held his forehead with his hand, but his head hurt. He felt like he had just had a very, very long dream, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything.

At this moment, he only felt that there was a suffocating feeling in his heart that was difficult to let out.

The teenager lifted his hand to pull open the curtain and sat up on the bed. He saw that it was a spacious but simple room.

There were furniture, bedding, curtains, and so on, but they were all relatively old. The paint in many places had been removed, and one could only vaguely see the elegance of the past.