"Of course."
"This place is the Lower Realm of the... Witch Demon Continent."
"The Demon Race is quite rare here, but in the Upper Realm, they're everywhere."
"Hmph, this White Crane cultivates by consuming mountain winds and morning dew, unlike those bloodthirsty Demon Cultivators you mentioned."
"Naturally so."
"Then when do we ascend?" White Crane asked.
Zhao Fu shook his head.
"We cannot ascend. In the Upper Realm, the Demon Race preys upon the Human Race. If we ascend, we'd only become their food."
Zhao Fu had mentioned it more than once.
Yet White Crane still found it hard to believe.
She had been following Zhao Fu for almost half a cycle.
She had witnessed firsthand how Zhao Fu dominated the Western Continent, leaving behind countless legendary tales.
Such a heroic figure would become food upon reaching the Upper Realm?
It seemed absurd. But White Crane was still willing to trust Zhao Fu.
