"Stop overthinking it. You should worry about how you're going to report back. All the men you brought are dead." Du Youqian withdrew his finger.
Lin Sha smiled arrogantly. "They were just a few mortals. What is there to report?"
Du Youqian was silent for a long moment. After a while, he remarked with a sigh, "Your Sect is really something else. It only took three short years to make you think you're no longer a mortal."
In the Profound Sects, while there were similar tendencies, they were never this extreme.
'Does the Demon Sect deliberately have its new disciples rapidly shed their mortal identities and perspectives, reshaping their entire worldview, as a form of cultivation?'
Du Youqian could only speculate.
"I was never a mortal to begin with." Lin Sha turned to look toward Yang Wenwan and Mr. Si, her gaze filled with condescension. "If you don't believe me, go and ask them. Do you think they see me as a mortal?"
It was pointless to argue with her.
