Fear instantly overwhelmed hatred.
Zhang Ling'Er was frantic!
In Qing Province, anyone who underwent Demonic Transformation would be hunted down by the Demon Suppression Bureau and would eventually lose their sanity, becoming little more than a walking corpse!
Just a few days ago, she had gone to the Wang Family of North City, intending to use a woman who had undergone Demonic Transformation for a "Trial Sword"!
She never expected to find herself in the same predicament!
"Grand Ancestor, save me! Save me!"
Zhang Ling'Er cried out in despair.
"Do not panic."
The ancient voice was completely calm, carrying a persuasive, almost demonic charm. "Silly child, do not resist. Feel it, accept it... and control it."
"What?" Zhang Ling'Er trembled, standing amidst the black mist. "But I... I don't want to become a demon..."
