For Chong Yunting, the second Demon God, the ideal life was to lie around for eighty or a hundred years, get up and take a lap around the courtyard, then lie back down.
After all, the world was peaceful and the humans and demons lived in harmony. Chong Yunting had been forcibly dragged into the role of Demon God as a stopgap after the previous one fell. He knew full well that, compared with his predecessor, who ended the war between humans and demons and sacrificed himself to save the gods' home, Yichuan, among other great deeds, he could only ever be judged as "not as good as him." Besides, he had no desire to make history.
After being idle for too long, whenever a problem did come along, he focused on solving it as quickly as possible, no matter how unscrupulous the method.
That was until a new emperor took the throne among the humans, tensions with the Changming fox clan flared, and the peace that had lasted for centuries at the cost of demon concessions finally cracked once more. After the matter was settled, Chong Yunting took the twelve-year-old nephew of the Demon King away, branding him an "ill omen." Thus, the more than five-hundred-year-old Chong Yunting and twelve-year-old Shen Wanxu became enemies. The Demon God paid no attention to the little cat, but he never expected relations between humans and demons to fracture again, or that Shen Wanxu, now a general, would develop increasingly twisted feelings for him.
Question: What's it like to get a Demon God five hundred years older than you to fall for you?
Shen Wanxu: There's no word for how satisfying it is.
Spring passes and winter comes. Time changes the mortal realm. All things live and die, mountains and rivers are destroyed, rain falls and snow melts. Yet it is all no more than a fleeting dream.
Theme: Prejudice is not the measure of a person.
