Meeting 'one's own people', turning a blind eye to the truth...
It's like tempered steel melting instantly, leaving no recourse.
Otherwise, how could Ruan Xiuxiu,
become the 'Eighth-grade Demon Hunting Department Chief' of Black Mountain City?
It was her master who threw away his old face to make it happen.
By seeking out the Demon Hunter 'Xiang Zhulu' of Wutong Prefecture and extracting it from his grasp.
Oh, the heart of a master under heaven.
...
Deep within the Demon-locking Forest.
Celestial twilight descends.
Passing through cages imprisoning many 'demons', hearing their shrill roars, chilling to the bone.
Song Brahman Mirror in a Yunluan Dress, light silk drifting, long hair cascading like a waterfall, the tips swaying gently in the breeze as she walks through the 'Demon-locking Forest'.
The twilight sun falls upon her, demons cursing, yet unable to disturb her Dao Heart in the slightest.
But...
As the woman gazes into the depths of the 'Demon-locking Forest'.
