The more brutal the Pureblood Demon Race becomes, the faster this seed grows.
Countless historical lessons tell us that when a race is oppressed, its inner desire for freedom and equality is at its strongest.
"I need to plant more seeds. I can't put all my eggs in one basket," Wang Xiu mused before turning and slowly vanishing at the end of the street.
...
「Crimson Moon City」
Within a secluded residence in the stronghold of the Jiao Demon Race.
"You dare talk back to the clan elders? Don't you know your place? Beat him! Beat him hard!"
A young Jiao Demon Race teenager, his upper body bare, was pinned to the ground and severely whipped.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The teenager's eyes looked as if they would split open from rage, his body twisting in agony. Yet, he was tough, biting his lip without making a sound.
An unknown amount of time passed before the punishment ended.
