As a practitioner of the Daoist Sect who had grown up listening to the legends of the Demon God, and as the master of the Qingcheng Observatory who had a favor to ask of Zhao Wujiang, his feelings for Zhao Wujiang were not merely respect and gratitude.
Now, there was also pity, reluctance, and a deep ache in his heart.
The real Zhao Wujiang was vastly different from the Demon God he had imagined in his memories.
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