Yang Dao is an orphan. He does not speak much. He is so introverted that if not for his grades no one would have even known about him. One day it all changed. A red helicopter landed in front of him and a black-haired beauty walked up to him. She spoke in a joyful and emotional voice, "Young Master, this servant finally found you." ... Follow Yang Dao, a boy blessed by the heavens. A guy who was given four familiar spirits by the heavens. DISCLAIMER: THE COVER IMAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Yang Dao was listening to the old people communicating but did not intervene. After the dinner was finished, he did not hurry off to get away from them and sleep. He asked, "Elder Jing, what is the Red Moon, that you mentioned just now?"
Elder Jing Shui smiled and said, "You know that there are demon cultivators in the immortal plane, right?"
The boy nodded and the lady continued, "However, contrary to what the people think of how demon cultivators are ruthless and cruel. They are good people. They all follow the righteous path of demonic cultivation and unlike those who seek power at the cost of their humanity. They are strong and kind people who fight those who stand against nature and are corrupted."
Yang Dao nodded and asked, "What does this have to do with our tournament?"