“Brother, are you a demonic cultivator?”
“Of course. Aren’t you?”
Bai Feng rubbed his hands together excitedly, his eyes glowing red as he murmured,
“Demonic cultivation is great! It’s the best!”
“Brother, don’t scare me! What technique are you practicing?” The cultivator beside him shrank back, staring at Bai Feng in terror as he asked in a trembling voice.
Bai Feng didn’t answer. He simply reached out and placed a hand on the man’s shoulder.
Bai Feng looked at the blood bead in his hand and swallowed it in one gulp!
“I can do another ten-pull!”
