Inside the Valley of the Wicked.
Miss Sun, upon hearing the young man's words, couldn't help but lift her head in surprise, glancing at him to discern whether the youth was speaking nonsense or truly held no reverence for the gods and Buddhas in his heart.
It's rather amusing; since the Late Tang Dynasty through the Five Dynasties, the incense offerings for the Buddhist and Daoist sects have thrived far more than during times of peace and prosperity.
Nonetheless, with his words, Monk No Precepts managed to gather a breath of True Qi, and his complexion seemed to improve slightly. Though he dared not speak it aloud, the big monk secretly believed that the youth before him might be a true demon of the world—otherwise, how could a mortal so condense his baleful aura?
But this demon is not like any other demon.
