Bab 322: Arranging a Meet with the Demon Scion

The air around Aksai's group felt heavier with each passing moment.

They stood frozen, the chilling memory of Haitin's actions replaying in their minds: the ease with which he had beheaded his own lackeys, the casual way he had sliced off his hand as if it were nothing more than a routine chore.

He had spoken to Ren like an equal, despite the obvious difference in age and cultivation. And even when faced with superior cultivators, Haitin had dealt with them all with an unsettling smile on his face.

Except for Aksai, everyone in the group was unnerved. The sight of Haitin reattaching his own severed hand using some mysterious bloodline power—completely different from the typical healing spells they had known—pushed them into a state of discomfort. 

They knew the demonic cultivators were strange, but Haitin was stranger than anything they could have imagined.