“The demon emperor, is it...?”0

Zhu Gang couldn't help but tilt his head.0

'I can never comprehend what these old codgers are thinking of...'0

Demon emperor?0

Before he could start caring about that suspiciously arrogant-sounding name, Zhu Gang couldn't even wrap his head around its significance. His case wasn't helped by his failure to comprehend the explanations given to him and his peers.0

The origin of demons? The cult leader who crossed the time itself to descend? What kind of dogsh*t nonsense was this?1

It was true that the martial society treated demonic cultivators like him and his peers as stinking bottom-feeders. However, that didn't mean Zhu Gang's brain was dumb as a bottom-feeder, too. At the very least, he could still tell reality and fantasy apart.0

'I'm telling you, it's all bullsh*t!'0

Wasn't this story pretty much the same as all those idle chats between old folks in the park during the sessions of Tai Chi or a game of Go? Like, when those folks rambled on and on about how things were better when Mao Zedong was still alive? Or how a brand new era would soon begin?0

At least Zhu Gang understood that the 'demon emperor' was a returner. So, it didn't seem so far-fetched for a returner to have mastered the ancient demonic arts before returning to the modern era.0

Quite a few of Zhu Gang's peers were extremely excited by that notion. Some even believed that the existence of the demon emperor could transform their wretched reality into something infinitely better. However...0

'What a bunch of morons!'0

Transform? Into something better? What a hilariously inane sleep-talk that ...0