Above the sky.
The young Demon Lord, who had just gone through a special "apprenticeship ceremony," blushed and took two steps back instantly: "Master, what... what are you doing?"
"Oh, you big strong lad, why are you acting as shy as a woman."
The woman in black disdainfully chuckled, "Didn't I just tell you? This is the disciple reception rule of my lineage."
"May I ask, Master, which lineage are you from?"
The young man adjusted his emotions and couldn't help but ask, "You seem to have a close relationship with the Dao Sect Mysterious lady Mu Xinlan. Could it be... from the Ethereal Cloud Palace?"
"Tsk, how could the mere Ethereal Cloud Palace produce such geniuses as my sister and me."
The woman in black raised an eyebrow, "That old woman considers herself the Ancestral Saintess of the Cloud Palace, but it's just nominal. As for our true heritage...."
"What is it?"
The young man might have realized the importance and quickly stepped a little closer.
"Ah, forgot."
