"Father, actually, even if we can leave this place in one piece and offer our souls to the Demon Slaying Hall to prove our innocence, at best, we will suffer a meticulous investigation and lose our position as rulers of the Yanzhou Province. At worst, none of this matters, and we get killed for an 'abundance of precautions.' Neither of these are winning paths. Why not...reject Heaven to embrace the thigh of Hell?"
"In fact, the demon master doesn't even require us to surrender to him. Clearly, he is man of great principle, boundless kindness, and merely wishes to help our growth."
"Brother, I couldn't have said it better. Let's just cultivate." One after another, Yan Zhong's sons made their case—urging their father to capitulate. Younger scions didn't even bother to request permission, and directly dove into the Servant Sutra, getting enlightenment in mnemonics so seductive and profound that their eyes glazed over.
