This year's Spirit City, this year's Heroic Assembly, had produced such an anomaly named Bryson Campbell, and yet no one dared to provoke him, at least no one had troubled him at Skeward Tower so far.
In just over twenty days, the numerous Demon Cultivators gathered in Spirit City had been subdued by him; seventy-two in total, and each one a well-known twelfth-level great demon.
What about Sun Sanniang, The Hundred-Eyed Scholar, Wu Renxing, and so on—weren't each of these figures commanding and fearsome?
Yet now, these powerful demons, who were usually traceless and dominated the world, were serving as waiters or protectors in Skeward Tower, and they greeted anyone who came to drink tea or wine with a smile.
Normally, people would have to nod and bow in front of these great demons, shouting "senior" and such, but now, they sat in the restaurant and the demons served them cautiously, none showing anger or daring to shout loudly.