"Lord Lin Zhong, are you asleep?"
The demon's body and limbs resembled bamboo, sectioned joint by joint, like some kind of insect adept at camouflage.
He stood outside an ancient-looking room. The window was latticed and papered over. The night was black as ink. With his vision, he could clearly see a flickering light inside the room.
Soon, a voice came from inside—
"What is it?"
"Yes, there's something I need to report to you," the Bamboo Joint Demon said, standing motionless at the door. "It's about the human with extremely strong spiritual power. We arranged for his assassination today. Lord Zhang Gou's subordinates were deployed, but they failed."
"Was there something unusual?"
"Lord Zhang Gou has just confirmed that the human's relationship with Lord Hong Ran may be closer than we previously assessed. We initially thought he was merely acquainted with Lord Hong Ran. We acted rashly."
"How close?"
"Possibly very close."
"That could be troublesome!"
