Ruyan watched the four of them coldly.
"I want this one," she pointed towards one of the new recruits: Long Qingyi.
"Oh... young miss Ruyan, these are rookies who have yet to be fully integrated into the sect and choose a palace to serve in, they still don't-"
"I don't give a fuck, I want this one," she repeated and the elder bowed his head.
His whole body stiffened, repulsive cracks echoing off the wood of his mask before he relaxed and bowed.
"Yes, young Miss Ruyan!" he declared.
If it had only been a few years ago, he would have totally ignored that request. But things had changed for Ruyan.
She was no longer the weakest among her siblings, no longer a cultivator with no future.
That lineage had changed everything and now she was treated with all the respect that a daughter of the leader of the demon cult deserved.
"What are you waiting for? Prostrate yourself before young Miss Ruyan!" The masked man roared, slapping Qingyi hard on the back and forcing him to the ground.
