The Man's Decree

“I don’t want to ride your divine turtle. If I need one, I can just tame another.” Montane Daemon shook his head.

Montane Daemon’s right. Someone as powerful as him certainly can tame another divine turtle without much effort if the spirit ship sinks. I suppose that’s why he released that one. Confused, Jared asked, “In that case, why are you stopping us?”

“I want to know who you learned Sacred Light Fist from,” questioned Montane Daemon with a serious expression.

“I learned it from an expert,” answered Jared. He didn’t explicitly mention Whalreth’s name because many people hated demons in the Ethereal Realm. If he said he had cultivated with a demon, it would incur unnecessary misunderstandings. Montane Daemon followed up with another question, “Which expert?”

“That’s…” Jared hesitated.

“Why are you asking so many questions? He isn’t obliged to reveal who taught him that technique.” Quinley frowned slightly. Can’t Montane Daemon see Jared doesn’t want to say it? Why does he keep pressing for an answer?

Sacred Light Fist is pure and powerful, and it’s very clearly a technique practiced by Whalreth’s lineage. However, according to what I know,

Then, he said, “I suppose there’s no point in hiding the truth

impossible! Elder Whalreth, he- Suddenly, he shut his mouth, realizing he had said

frowned. “Elder Whalreth? Does

Cultivator who belongs to Whalreth’s lineage. To survive, I learned all kinds of techniques so that I could change my aura on

of years. Even the disciples and grand-disciples who met him

Jared was telling the

his soul remnant inside Pentacarna Tower within the mundane world. I chanced upon him and rescued him. In return, he

He returned to Demonia Mountain? Why didn’t I see him?” Montane Daemon grew so emotional that his body was

he doesn’t want anyone to know for now because he’s only a soul remnant. Maybe he’ll reappear once he restores his flesh.” Jared