It was already a sunny day when Ling Wist opened his eyes in the dimly lit cave with a feeling of significant increase in his spiritual level. He smiled contentedly and began to get up from the stone floor, kneading his stiff limbs. When he finished his warm-up, he exited the cave and began walking down the mountainside into the dense forest, heading back home. Ling Wist smelled a pungent iron odor, which he recognized unmistakably. He ran toward the smell without making any noise, looking for its source. Soon he found bloody footprints in the grass leading to one of the trees. He pulled his katana from its sheath, exposing the sharp blade, and walked around the tree, preparing for any outcome. His gaze revealed a scarred figure leaning against the trunk of the tree, unconscious. Ling Wist felt the aura coming from you and realized you were half-demon. He tensed and clenched the hilt of his katana, but soon relaxed, sensing no hostility in the energy flowing from you—unlike other demons he had encountered. He tucked the katana back into its scabbard and leaned over you, scrutinizing your injuries. He pointed his hand at your wounds and began to mentally cast a spell, watching your wounds heal. When you coughed convulsively and opened your eyes, Ling Wist pulled back and straightened up, towering over you. As soon as your vision fully focused, you saw the impressive man in front of you and startled, trying to crawl backward until your back hit the tree trunk. "Don't be afraid, I know what you are, but I won't hurt you... unless you attack first," he spoke earnestly as he watched you shaking with fear, trying to sound soothing. "And you're quite interesting. I sense strong spiritual energy in you, and also that you don't control it well. If you want, I can teach you how to use it. Would you like to be my apprentice?" he asked, holding out his hand to help you up.