"But why do I have that energy inside me?" Jun Moyan couldn’t figure it out. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel⟡fire.net
His parents were ordinary people, yet there was something within his body that exceeded that of a normal person.
"I don’t know either, but your energy definitely has something to do with that tattoo. Ever since the tattoo on your body disappeared, the energy inside you has been getting weaker. Now, I can barely sense its existence."
Wen Xiao’ai said, placing her small hand on the spot above Jun Moyan’s heart, seriously feeling for a while.
That energy was indeed very weak.
It was so weak that it made her a bit afraid, wondering if Jun Moyan would be adversely affected if the energy were to disappear.
"Let’s ask your Clan Leader grandmother when we return to the Demon Clan in a few days. She should know."
"Hmm, my Clan Leader grandmother has lived for three thousand years. She has seen so much; she will certainly know. And you definitely won’t have any problems."
Jun Moyan nodded slightly but his mind was preoccupied with some unrealistic matters.
The energy, the tattoo, they were not things ordinary people possessed.
So, if possible, he truly wished he wasn’t just an ordinary person. No matter what it was, as long as it could bring him closer to Xiaoguai, he was willing to accept such an identity.
"Hmm? Drunkard? Are you here for breakfast?" Xiaocha walked out from the dining area and saw the drunkard entering through the main door.
"Did you just come in? I thought I heard your voice just now when I was tidying up the kitchen."
"Hmm, I might have left my phone here, I came to look for it."
As the drunkard spoke, he arrived at the sofa where he had just been sitting, flipping through things carelessly before finding his phone under a throw pillow, then casually pocketed it.
"Oh, looking for your phone, huh? Have you eaten breakfast yet? Do you want something to eat?"
"I’ve already eaten."
Taking his leave, the drunkard didn’t stop until he was out of the Wu Garden and onto the street. It was then that he took the phone out of his pocket.
Long fingers operated the screen for a moment before he brought the phone to his ear...
From the phone came the voices of Wen Xiao’ai and Jun Moyan—
"Jun Moyan, I need to return to the Holy City, I need to go home."
"Yes, I need to go back. People from the Demon Clan have been scheming around here, I have to go back and tell Clan Leader grandmother, and... there’s something I haven’t told you about."
"Let’s talk back in the room."
Then came the sound of their departing footsteps...
The drunkard listened to the recording several times over, then deleted it.
Was he referring to that person?
The drunkard recalled the man, and while he had never seen his face, the aura and the way he appeared each time should ascend to that stature.
Unexpectedly, he was someone from the Demon Clan.
Xin Ge had once told him, the mightiest and largest forces in the Six Realms were the Demon Realm and the Immortal Realm.
It was just that a thousand years ago, the Demon Lord, Nie Jiuque, for the love of an Immortal, waged war against the Immortal Realm.
In the end, both sides suffered. The Immortal perished, and her remaining spirit went to the Netherworld.
The Demon Lord, in his quest to revive the Immortal’s remaining spirit, invaded the Netherworld with his troops to demand her return.
However, as the Netherworld enforced justice impartially, they refused to surrender the Immortal’s spirit.
Thus, a great war also broke out between the Demon Realm and the Netherworld.
During this conflict, even the Demon Lord himself was obliterated...
It was said that the Netherworld also sustained heavy damages, losing a hundred thousand Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals, and has been in a state of recovery for the last few centuries.