Golden flames coiled around an aura of resolute determination.
Jiang Mochou looked at Xu Zimei, his face long shed of its initial naivety.
He was no longer the avenger of the Taiyuan Heavenly Sect, but a redeemer.
"Every member of the Demon Race must be slain," he said faintly.
Xu Zimei glanced at him and calmly responded, "You will die a terrible death."
"Life and death are trivial; eradicating demons is the true justice," retorted Jiang Mochou.
The Void Elder had once shown him a painting, depicting the Yuan Central Continent from tens of thousands of years ago.
A piece of lost history.
The Demon Race ravaged the mortal realm, cruelty and brutality were rampant everywhere.
"We are all chosen redeemers," Tan Jiulin said from the side.
"Eradicating demons is our mission."
In a way, they were all selected.
Without the Holy Ancestor, she, Tan Jiulin, might still be an unwelcome illegitimate daughter of the Tan Family.
