It took it a hundred years to cultivate into human form, and in a thousand years, it would double its strength—tempting for anyone.
As for Rong Feng.
Lan Xi felt he hadn't truly gone to extremes, and there was still hope for him.
If the Demon Lord used him as a pawn and utterly destroyed his Spirit Root, even she would be powerless to turn back the tides.
Her reason for taking him as a disciple was that she did not want to wait for the Demon Lord to nurture a powerful opponent for her. It was better to take him for herself and set up a formidable enemy for the Demon Lord.
Although she still couldn't fathom Rong Feng's true nature, she knew he wouldn't dare to act recklessly in her presence. As for now, she still had use for him. As for the future, that could be dealt with later.
Rong Feng stood outside the Demon Palace, lost in thought for a moment before cautiously skirting around the outer gates and making his way toward the inner sanctum.
