The sky darkened, and the mountain fortress grew lively, brightly illuminated and bustling with activity.
Before coming, Yan Qing had imagined countless times what the Demon Path Evil Land looked like, but all he could guess were scenes that wouldn't even be approved by mysterious websites. After all, a place where a bunch of thugs, mountain bandits, and murderers gathered; could it be anything close to a civilized city?
So he never fantasized about mingling into the mountain fortress and colluding with the Demonic Messenger. It's not that he wanted to boast his correct moral views; he simply couldn't bear the sight of suffering in the Mortal World. Thus, the atmosphere near the Ping City Military Camp was greatly improved, because Yan Qing occasionally manipulated Ye Si to go into the city to buy daily necessities. On the way, if he encountered Baibao or anyone else daring to bully the weak, he couldn't even bother to ask; he'd just get rid of them.
