Jianghu has been peaceful and stable for many years already, yet the Demon Cult suddenly reared its head in the Northeast, at Xue City. Outstanding righteous heroes gathered together at the Wulin Conference for a joint discussion of a crusade, to suppress the chaos once and for all. Wulin Alliance Leader: “Why hasn’t Palace Master Li of Wanren Palace come yet — which of you will go pass him a word?” All Sects have exceptional tacit understanding; all as one retreated three steps. After a moment, there only remained one figure at the front of the hall: an extraordinarily talented and good-looking youth in white clothes. Wulin Alliance Leader, as if relieved of a great burden: “Then I will trouble Young Master Zhu, much obliged.” Zhu Yanyin’s smile froze on his face, wait wait, what were you talking about just now? Wanren Palace’s Palace Master, Li Sui — not a demon, but more demonic than one. He lifted his eyelids, lazily and leisurely examining the person before him: “You also want to crusade against the Demon Cult?” Zhu Yanyin hurriedly refuted: “No I don’t, I just want to stroll onto the stage when two sides are fighting, and charm the entire jianghu with my astonishingly elegant demeanor.”