I, a thousand-year-old tree demon, have a distinguished status. After retirement, I just want to be a salted fish in the mountains.
Unexpectedly, the "pie in the sky" I caught that day turned out to be the new Demon King.
The demon king hugged my tree trunk with tears in his eyes: "Ancestor, the demon clan is going to end, you have to go back and take charge of the overall situation!"
I silently shook off a leaf and threw him into the mud: "If you don't go, you will be treated as a social animal by whoever wants it."
Until I saw a string of furry cubs following behind the new Demon King...
"What did you do to the cubs?!" I was angry.
The demon king hugged my tree roots and cried louder: "It's not us... It's the demons next door. They have stolen the spiritual veins, and the cubs can't live anymore!"
I lowered my head and looked at the fur balls hugging the roots of my tree. The branches and leaves began to move without any wind.
Very good, salted fish can be used as salted fish, but cubs must be raised.
Demons, right? Stealing spiritual veins, right... It seems like it's time for the next door to recall the fear of being dominated by the "ancestor of the demon world".
