After the demon cultivator left, Chen Daochang squatted down and reached out to close his clan brother's unwilling eyes.
He looked down at the ground with a frown, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
The air was silent, with an inexplicable emotion fermenting within it.
After a long time, Chen Xingzhou could no longer bear the silence and spoke:
"Clan Leader, what should we do next?"
The demon cultivator left no means to control them; he merely had them practice the Celestial Demon Transformation Scripture and refine the essence blood.
But he knew that from now on, they could no longer integrate into the human race's forces, and they could only walk down a dark path.
The identity of a demon cultivator was slightly better than that of a demon lord, but still, they were figures whom everyone wanted to eliminate.
