Wang Yu

In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da  Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk.  Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. 

This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. 

Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features.  His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side. 

Demon's Diary

"So it appears a few fellow Daoists suspect that one of my disciples has obtained that Red Sea Dragon. What a preposterous joke! Not to mention, I've just asked, and the Red Sea Dragon has not fallen into their hands. But even if it did, would you all actually have an objection?" Murong Xuan huffed, speaking impolitely.


"If the Red Sea Dragon truly did end up in the hands of a disciple from your sect, we, of course, would first have to offer our congratulations. However, the Essence blood of a Condensing Liquid phase Red Sea Dragon is of utmost importance to us. No matter which sect obtains it, we few old fellows are willing to exchange an equivalent treasure for some of it." Lengyue said calmly, her gaze flashing briefly.


"Hehe, in that case, if a disciple from any of our sects gets their hands on it, I, Murong, should also be able to exchange for some Essence blood." As soon as Murong Xuan heard this, he stroked his chin and chuckled.


The Profits of Each Sect