"Monks can be taught even if they are fools, but demons, being malevolent spirits, will inevitably bring disaster?"
Wang Guan frowned, mulling over this half-verse. Suddenly, he lifted his head and straightened his spine. His Taoist Robe billowed without wind, and his neatly groomed beard and whiskers writhed as if imbued with life.
From his skeletally thin body, a vast, ink-dark demonic power emanated.
This demonic power, like a silken veil, spread to envelop the entire Daxiong Bao Hall. It seemed ethereal yet palpably dense, making breathing difficult and threatening to cause anyone nearby to faint.
The Mountain Demon had many identities: monk, Taoist, man, demon.
As a monk, he was the benevolent Abbot of Solitary Cold Temple.
As a Taoist, he was the Necromancer who beguiled the rich and powerful with promises of eternal life.
As a mortal, he was Wang Guan, the kind-hearted and affable wealthy merchant from South Zhili.
