The headmaster and several elders began to interrogate this high-level demon. Except for Zhao Zhao and Si Yi, the rest of the disciples were asked to leave.

Zhao Zhao secretly winked at Si Yi, who was not panicked at all and smiled at her, as if he was very confident that she would be fine.

No, Si Yi trusts him and he has nothing to say, but can he trust this demon as well?

As it turned out, the devil did not betray him.

After getting out of the interrogation room peacefully with Si Yi, he begged his father to let Si Yi go to Ruijing Palace to teach him swordsmanship.

Seeing that Si Yi agreed, Mu Yu didn't care anymore.

When they were alone, Si Yi leisurely sat on Zhao Zhao's childish swing and said slowly, "I have something else to do later, so I can't practice swordsmanship with you."

Zhao Zhao's purpose wasn't to practice swordplay either. He had a premonition and asked, "You're not going to look for him, are you?"

He, of course, refers to the high-level demon who had just stared at them without saying a word.

Si Yi nodded, feeling depressed and irritated.

The demon species inevitably had some influence on him, and he actually began to sympathize with the demons.

"I'm going too."

Si Yi said calmly: "I can go by myself."

Zhao Zhao was worried: "What if he kidnapped you? What if you couldn't control yourself? What if you were exposed?" What if he died?

Anyway, no accidents can happen to his tasker. He doesn't want Si Yi to die even if he doesn't do the side quest, so he will not allow others to hurt him.

Si Yi's expression relaxed slightly. He leaned his head on the swing and said lazily, "Just take care of yourself."

"Humph! You don't know how to appreciate kindness!"

If Zhao Zhao hadn't been worried that he would go crazy, she really wanted to scold him. He turned his head hard, and the jade pendant on his neck shook with his movements.

Si Yi looked at it intently, and felt that his heart had never been so soft.

......

interrogation room.

The heavy black iron door was opened silently, and Si Yi avoided the guarding disciples and came to the cell of the high-level demon.

The smell of blood filled the small space, and Si Yi's blood began to boil.

The drowsy high-level demon felt the breath of the demon species, and even though he had no strength left in his body, he stood up tremblingly and saluted him.

"Demon Lord."

In the shadows, Si Yi took a nonchalant step back, avoiding his salute. Facing the still kneeling demon, he said, "Don't come looking for me in the future. I won't be your demon lord."

Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but Mo could feel the coldness from Si Yi.

"The demon in your body is a species that appears once every five thousand years. You are the chosen one and the savior of our demon race. If you don't care about us, we will be suppressed and beaten by the cultivators in the immortal world for several lifetimes."

The demon lay on the ground and spoke earnestly: "The demons have noticed your awakening and have been looking for you. If you don't go back, your identity will be exposed sooner or later."

"That's my business."

Thinking about the recent demons coming to Fengling Sword Sect one after another to die, Si Yi felt a little depressed. He said again: "My heart remains unchanged. Don't come looking for me in the future, or I will kill you if you come."

He closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and cut off the iron chains that bound the demon, and said in a cold voice: "Tell them when you get out that they should not come here to die again."

"...Demon Lord." The demon leader knelt down and waited until the demon's aura disappeared. Then he slowly straightened up. He looked into the darkness and murmured, "We really need you."

But he had a feeling that he wouldn't have to wait long.

The demon species are about to mature, and their demon master will return.

After all, the Fengling Sword Sect in the world of immortal cultivation would not take in a complete demon.