Ybur woke up and fell into silence.
...Honestly, it felt rather aggrieved.
Although I indeed didn't do anything, wasn't I having a tough time as well?!
Joking aside, getting God's Blood, could a small fourth-order demon like it really manage that? Its actual strength might be close to a Fifth Rank now, but its demon rank hadn't been elevated; it was all due to the changes brought by Flesh-sculpting! In a place like Xinlandon, where talents blossomed everywhere, where could it get its hands on God's Blood! But The Faceless Master didn't seem like a particularly understanding boss. Well, what else can you expect from a Demon God after all! They're hardly going to empathize with the struggles of their subordinates!
It seemed that it didn't have much time left!
