Luo Feng's promise to himself

While Wen Ran was lost in the intoxicating thrill of his new power, Luo Feng's heart pounded wildly. His suspicions had already begun to take root in the elder hall when he saw the faint demonic aura around Wen Ran. At first, he had dismissed it—after all, Wen Ran was calm, composed, and his mind worked just as well as anyone else's. He wasn't like the power-hungry demonic cultivators Luo Feng had seen, who were easily recognizable by their arrogance and irritation. Most of them wore their malice like a badge, making it clear from the start who and what they were. Only those at the highest levels of power, those who could disguise their true nature, could trick others into believing they were righteous cultivators.

Now, standing before him, was living proof of that.