"With these kids around, maybe when all of us shameless adults finally kick the bucket, the Ten Thousand Races really will迎来和平."
But as he said this, Little Demon Venerate's eyes suddenly dimmed with loneliness.
Because in this little paradise, there were children of every race, but not a single child of the Demon Race.
The Demon Race's kind of inner frenzy and repression wasn't something that could be soothed just by putting their feet up to sleep, the teachings of the Village, or Li's scare tactics.
Right now he was still young, with enough prestige and strength to suppress the Demon Race.
But what about later, when the day came that he turned into the Old Demon Venerable…
Little Demon Venerate thought of his own child; the way his youngest son looked at him now was exactly the same as how he had looked at his father back then.
