Inner Demons

Wolf Daoist didn't understand what he meant. But ultimately, he wanted Li Yunxin to "back down in the face of difficulties"—or at least, not strike at him.

He hesitated before saying, "After all... there are more humans. Our numbers as demons are few, so our momentum cannot be weak. Fortunately, our Palace Master, Yang Jianzi, has profound cultivation... cough, actually, in this Banyan City, humans and demon cultivators get along quite well..."

"Fine, fine. You have your reasons." Li Yunxin looked out the window—it was already getting dark, with only a sliver of the setting sun remaining on the horizon, though it too was quickly fading.

But he was in no hurry. He sat steadily and waited for the shop waiter to smilingly clear away the vegetarian feast before him and replace it with another course before he started eating.

The Wolf Demon had things on his mind; the food tasted like ash. He took a few bites for appearance's sake and then stopped, pondering how to escape. But Li Yunxin ate and drank heartily—the Wolf Demon, watching this, felt even more certain that this must be a Human Cultivator.

Many of his movements and habits were entirely different from those of demons; that sort of thing couldn't be faked.

Li Yunxin ate and drank for a good while, enjoying himself thoroughly. He waited another hour until he was full and satisfied, finally feeling like he had some "humanity" back in him, no longer like a "savage drinking blood."

Finally, he drank a pot of Southwood Spring Wine and put down his silver chopsticks.

Looking out the window, it was completely dark.