"You, you know the Demon King?" Jiu Qing felt as if she had been stunned, her head buzzing, each piece of news more extraordinary than the last.
Jiu Mu nodded, somewhat nostalgically, "Back then, he wasn't yet the Demon King, and I was just a Little Demon Cultivator. But because of my peculiar cultivation technique, he found me and asked if I could help him with something."
Recalling the gentle smile of the other, akin to a neighborhood brother, holding a large handful of Immortal Jade with sincerity, a hint of a smile rose on her face, "That was a long, long time ago. He wasn't Lord Demon King, he was Brother Yun Li."
Yun Li? Is that the Demon King's real name?
A gust of cold wind blew, Jiu Qing couldn't help but shiver.
