The sky was just beginning to show the pale light of dawn. In the NPC residential area, all was silent.
Su Ling'er hovered in mid-air, her Sword Control keeping her aloft. The hem of her crimson dress fluttered gently in the cold wind.
She looked down at the dozen or so ramshackle, dilapidated straw huts below and sighed inwardly.
'I went through the same thing back then.'
'But for this group, even after such cruel exploitation and oppression, they can still sleep so soundly.'
'The demonic roots run deep.'
'It seems their yearning for and obsession with the demonic path are carved into their very bones. Ordinary hardship can't shake them at all.'
'It looks like I'll have to use even more diligent labor and more severe trials to slowly cleanse their tainted souls, forcing them to retreat in the face of difficulty and return to the mortal world.'
She hesitated no longer. Her Dantian's Spiritual Power began to circulate.
