Lan Zhujun has never considered herself a good person.
She has been ruthless, killing with a laugh, feared by disciples of both the Righteous Path and the Devil Path.
But she never thought that she would be terrified to the point of nearly losing her Daoist heart by a defector of the Righteous Path.
Ji Changsheng held a knife to her throat with his left hand and cheerfully used Fairy Linglong's husband's ashes to brew tea for her - Lan Zhujun struggled to withstand Ji Changsheng's onslaught.
But she couldn't.
Her Daoist heart rapidly collapsed.
She felt that even if it were the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect or her great-grandmother in her place, they wouldn't be able to withstand it either.
It was too scary.
She has never seen such a devil leader.
Both the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect and her great-grandmother were known as great figures in the Devil Path, but Lan Zhujun swore to heaven that neither of them were as horrifying as Ji Changsheng.