Guba had nearly perfected the art of "blowing."
He blew day and night.
He blew shamelessly and brazenly.
He blew without stopping for a moment.
If he had a physical body, his mouth would have been worn out and blistered.
In his description, the Demon Realm was nothing like the abyssal hell rumored throughout the outside world. Instead, it was a harmonious and fulfilling paradise where all races lived freely, a place where beings from the myriad realms coexisted so peacefully that even the Immortal Realm couldn't compare. The demons themselves he depicted as brilliant and noble figures, as if robed in sacred light and capable of achieving Buddhahood on the spot!
He blew with such genuine feeling and overflowing emotion. Deep into his narrative, his voice even quivered, as if he had suffered some great injustice and been grievously wronged.
If not for the System's constant notification chimes, Wang Xiu might have actually believed him!
