"Master Historian, shall we end today's proceedings here?"
A young blond Caucasian man emerged from beneath the cloak of night, assuming a low-key sliding kneel.
This was quite in line with the demon's nature of preying on the weak.
They only fight when the odds are in their favor.
Throughout ancient mythologies, demons are recorded leading people into damnation, never facing them head-on.
The infamous ones, like those impaling living people on stakes, causing massacres, or building washhouses, are merely branded as demons.
In fact, they have little to do with Hell and might even be pagans.
Demons love to play tricks; once their scheme is revealed, you'll find they're not so terrifying.
A gentle and beautiful voice came from the void.
"Very well, you may leave."
"You first!"
Mephisto, the progenitor of scheming, remained unmoved.
Are you kidding? Li Xingyao hasn't acted; is it because she's kind and gentle?
As the right hand of the President, she's far from weak.
