As Bai Ning Bing looked at Elder Yan Shi in the stone pavilion, his heart was filled with vigilance.
Ever since he had been elevated to immortality and, in the process, cast off the female body that had troubled him for so long, he had fully realized just how unfathomable Elder Yan Shi was.
Bai Ning Bing's coldness was his nature. Yet his toughness toward Elder Yan Shi had merely been a form of probing.
Even his single-minded desire to deal with Fang Yuan, his vengeful yearning to eat his flesh and drink his blood, had been a disguise for himself—and a test for Elder Yan Shi.
Though only a few years had passed, Bai Ning Bing no longer cared so much about Fang Yuan.
The realm of a Gu Immortal had broadened his horizons, allowing him to see more and witness more wonders.
What he cared about was the Elder Yan Shi before his eyes. It was not as though he had never investigated in secret, but Shadow Sect remained profoundly shadowy, concealed within bottomless darkness.
He did not know why Elder Yan Shi was helping him so much. At the same time, Bai Ning Bing was unwilling to simply be controlled like this.
It was not as though he had never considered leaving. But first, Shadow Sect had gone to such great lengths and would never let him depart so easily. Second, Bai Ning Bing valued splendor even above his life. The stronger the enemy, the more perilous the process, the harder the resistance, the more he felt that his time had not been wasted—that it was an enjoyment of life.
To battle Heaven, to battle Earth, to battle men—there was endless joy in it!
From childhood to adulthood, there had been one thing Bai Ning Bing never