Changqing County, Pure Yang Martial Arts Hall.
Ning Zhibai looked up at the roiling dark clouds in the sky, and the steady drizzle of gray raindrops, slowly setting down the book in his hands.
He,
or to be more precise,
the demon residing inside Ning Zhibai, the one controlling his body, did not like such weather. But even the despised rainy day seemed so free and beautiful compared to the dark decades spent imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Tower, it even brought a slight pleasure to the demon's heart.
It always considered itself an outlier.
Unlike its kindred who only knew slaughter and massacre.
The Yin Body Taishui was very clever.
It was born with tremendous wisdom.
It understood patience and knew that the world was perilous, not as simple as it seemed on the surface. Among human societies, there were beings capable of threatening demons.
It had to develop bit by bit through its own talents—parasitize, control, weave fog, manipulate puppets.
Unfortunately,