Jiang Yi was no fool. The Spirit Bird Jerky on the plate had been specially prepared as an offering for the Venerable Supreme.
Xuan Chanzi, the man in the ruined temple, was obviously not the one who was supposed to answer the ritual.
By process of elimination, that left only him and the little cat that had suddenly appeared.
'I would sooner believe that *I* am the Venerable Supreme than accept that five days of ritual have summoned nothing but a cat.'
The corner of Jiang Yi's mouth twitched. His feelings were too complicated to put into words.
'I'm a Cultivator from a Demon Dao Dharma Lineage. I can't just turn around and join the Demon Dao, can I?'
Although, throughout the endless ages of the Yanfu Vast Land, there had indeed been True Masters and True Monarchs who cultivated the Demon Dao in human bodies.
But this was not what Jiang Yi wanted for himself.
Though his thoughts were racing, his expression remained placid as he calmly took the Wooden Plate from his robes.
